home again, home again

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away from home for nearly two weeks, which doesn’t sound that long, but is. yesterday i had one crazy station-wagon ride to brooklyn, where my dad did the infamous “dump and run”, as he calls it. this was more insane than most: we hurtled off the BQE and my dad squealed to a stop right by the exit ramp, right next to a NO STANDING ANY TIME sign. i said, “dad…” he said, “it’s okay, let’s get moving!” so we leapt to our feet, pulled my and ray’s bikes and panniers out of the back seat in record time (as ray was still unbuckling his seat belt in a daze, typical). my dad hugged both of us goodbye and then sped off in a cloud of exhaust. as ray hilariously and succinctly put it, “that was the dumpiest dump-and-run EVER.”
we put our bikes back together, attached panniers, bungeed sleeping bags, and then rode over the manhattan bridge into chinatown. OMG, new york is so bike-friendly these days! it’s almost as if bicycling is a valid, sensible, eco-friendly mode of transportation and not something for scofflaws, crazies, and the actively suicidal. that’s how i felt, anyway, riding up allen street to bluestockings in an amazing median bike lane WITH LITTLE REFLECTIVE BARRIERS SO CARS CAN’T USE IT AS A PARKING SPACE OR TURN LANE!!!!!!!!!!!!! srsly, those of you who ride bikes in cities know my pain. i actually rode down a very busy street in manhattan and i was totally calm, didn’t come anywhere close to dying, just had a nice, relaxing, fast-paced ride to one of my fave feminist bookstores in the country. i can’t even explain how awesome it was to ride a bike AND be treated like a valid human being who doesn’t want to be honked at, threatened, hit, sideswiped or scared. it makes being back in pgh suck a lot more.
not that being back here necessarily sucks. it’s nice to be home again, curled up in our big comfortable bed, a stack of mail on the kitchen table.
anyway. maybe i should write a little bit about our whirlwind east coast tour. we were going to spend a lot more time, like maybe a week in DC, three days in philly, a week in NYC…but then i found out i got a new job, which i’m starting on monday, so we had to rush home.
so there were two nights in DC, where we ate a lot of delicious food and went to a lot of museums (the best being the postal museum, which is a truly wonderful place to be if you’re a nerd. and it’s free! free! freeeeee! we also got lost a lot and i was too overwhelmed with being back in civilization again to call j.bee, which i am pissed at myself for.
then we hopped a chinatown bus to philly for eighteen whirlwind hours, in which i met my friend’s toddler, talked a lot about bikes, was stood up for breakfast by my ex and introduced my boyfriend to one of my favorite places in the world.
then, another c-town bus ride to manhattan, a babeland visit, a red bamboo dinner, sitting around washington square park shaking our heads at all the fixies prancing around, a truly annoying LIRR ride with our bikes and all the miserable dead-eyed commuters acting like we were being such assholes for existing, and then a hilarious drinking session with my family. the next day we went to the nude beach at cherry grove with one of my oldest friends, and even though it was only in the 70’s we still got naked and went in the water. ray was kinda apprehensive about getting naked, but the beach was very queer & safe-feeling (also, mostly abandoned) and he made the decision to show the world how beautiful & sexy trans bodies can be, and i am glad he did.
several completely hilarious things that i can’t write about here ensued, and then we took the ferry home, and then went out to dinner with my mom, which was loud and hilarious. and now i am back here.

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