irish cousins in town today. not sure what the difference is between a second cousin and a first cousin once removed? we looked it up last year in ireland. wasn't important enough to remember, i guess. sean lives in toronto with his wife. two of their friends from limerick flew into new york for a wedding, so they all met up.
i'd never met sean. it's amusing to meet someone who you're related to for the first time. we definitely resemble each other. (my dad and his mom are first cousins.) he's a musician. we like a lot of the same bands. so there was never small talk about the weather or whatever nonsense small talk consists of. we talk about led zeppelin and muse and he laughs when i know about recording on 4 and 8 tracks. cause most women don't. or something...
we walk around central park in the rain. no umbrellas. i joke that they brought the irish weather with them. his wife is psyched when we finally take shelter in whole foods and she finds this icelandic yogurt she's obsessed with. (it's good. a weird whipped consistency.)
i break the heel on my shoe. end up almost busting my ass several times on marble floors. it starts to rain harder.
they are meeting up with others in from ireland at their hotel. i need to change before catching hypothermia. calamity jane in full effect. they text me once i get home that they are going to stay in the hotel, out of the rain.
for j.c.
who i "met" because of said shirt.
postscript...
"alone in brooklyn broke as fuck
splitting headache and some bloodshot eyes
and i've known trouble all my life
and i'm sick of asking why
it's like screaming at a set of dice
they're gonna roll the way they roll
and man you're never gonna know
so gettin' crazy's just a waste of time..."-kevin devine
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