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well, it's that day...
Sep. 11th, 2004 10:29 pmYou know, I could sit here and wax poetic/reflect on where I was and what I was doing three years ago today, but it's not much to tell. I watched the news and saw what happened. I then went to my classes at IUN (one of which was cancelled) and went to work (we closed early on account of the mall being practically dead; think Dawn of the Dead with no zombies). Life went on for me, pretty much. I knew of no one in New York City who was working in the Twin Towers, and I knew nobody in either one of those planes.
You'd think that after saying all of that, what happened on September 11, 2001 had no real effect on me. Yeah, you'd think that, but let's quit talking about that particular day and focus on what occured on July 24, 2004 instead. I'm sure you all remember THAT tale, how I forgot my floorshow undies here in good ol' Indiana while I was at the convention in New York City, and how I didn't get any sleep that night on account of being either kicked out for party purposes or Jim getting some in the bed next to mine. (*cue porno music*) However, I failed to mention that shortly after that, I went with Chris, Casey and Cecilia to see Ground Zero. We had an adventure on the subway getting there, and I was pretty much tired and cranky, but we got there nonetheless.
New York City is generally known for being a chaotic sprawling metropolis. The one thing I can take with me about Ground Zero is that there was a sobering silence around the area. I could shut out everything that was making me a cranky mess in that instant. If you ever really needed a place in New York City to go and think and put things into perspective, then Ground Zero is THE place. I remember turning around to look at the buildings behind me, and seeing images from the news of all of the debris falling in those exact areas. And that really made me think of everyone who had died. And I just put aside everything that had happened that was making me a cranky mess, because things could honestly have been worse. That is what I take with me from New York City. I take with me that perspective that the WTC attack gave me only a few years after it happened. Because honestly, folks...no matter how bad you think you have it, there is always someone who had it worse. There was someone who was just making a flight on one of those planes or working in one of the Twin Towers--making a living, just like me--who died for no real good reason except for just being there, being an American.
Anyhoo...I should be back to perform not THIS weekend, not NEXT weekend (I have to close next Saturday, and seeing as how I'm still a little slow with closing procedure, I'm not taking my chances in showing up SUPERlate), but the weekend after that, the 25th, ready to perform.
You'd think that after saying all of that, what happened on September 11, 2001 had no real effect on me. Yeah, you'd think that, but let's quit talking about that particular day and focus on what occured on July 24, 2004 instead. I'm sure you all remember THAT tale, how I forgot my floorshow undies here in good ol' Indiana while I was at the convention in New York City, and how I didn't get any sleep that night on account of being either kicked out for party purposes or Jim getting some in the bed next to mine. (*cue porno music*) However, I failed to mention that shortly after that, I went with Chris, Casey and Cecilia to see Ground Zero. We had an adventure on the subway getting there, and I was pretty much tired and cranky, but we got there nonetheless.
New York City is generally known for being a chaotic sprawling metropolis. The one thing I can take with me about Ground Zero is that there was a sobering silence around the area. I could shut out everything that was making me a cranky mess in that instant. If you ever really needed a place in New York City to go and think and put things into perspective, then Ground Zero is THE place. I remember turning around to look at the buildings behind me, and seeing images from the news of all of the debris falling in those exact areas. And that really made me think of everyone who had died. And I just put aside everything that had happened that was making me a cranky mess, because things could honestly have been worse. That is what I take with me from New York City. I take with me that perspective that the WTC attack gave me only a few years after it happened. Because honestly, folks...no matter how bad you think you have it, there is always someone who had it worse. There was someone who was just making a flight on one of those planes or working in one of the Twin Towers--making a living, just like me--who died for no real good reason except for just being there, being an American.
Anyhoo...I should be back to perform not THIS weekend, not NEXT weekend (I have to close next Saturday, and seeing as how I'm still a little slow with closing procedure, I'm not taking my chances in showing up SUPERlate), but the weekend after that, the 25th, ready to perform.
