My single left black glove is now taking a free ride along busy streets of New York City on the floor inside a warm yellow cab alone. It's companion is with me. It's warm, too. Though, my hands are not.
It is cold outside. Snow and ice collecting itself around trees and curbs.
It is New York City after all.
I am back from a Company Scavenger Hunt. It was a part of our office party. We picked numbers and became a team. That was fun! Can you imagine?
Racing the streets for so many different supplies: toilet paper. pizza crust. chop sticks. matchbooks. The hardest part was actually hailing a cab to our destination: our christmas party at 10th and 18th.
Finally we found one. The time felt endless.
We were standing out in front of the Chelsea Hotel when we finally were able to chase down a cab.
Chelsea Hotel. Yeah, you've probably heard of it.
Sid Vicious (bass player of The Sex Pistols) and his girlfriend Nancy Spungeon once stayed there. She was found stabbed to death in the bathroom on October 11, 1978. Sid Vicious was under suspicion of murder when he overdosed shortly thereafter of a heroin overdose.
That's what I was told. While standing there, staring up into that historically famous hotel. My left hand shivering under my armpit.
Apparently a lot of other well-knowns have stayed or lived there: Andy Warhol, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hindrix, Leonard Cohen, Jane Fonda, Sarah Bernhardt among others.
That's where until 1884, the Chelsea Hotel was the highest building in New York City. Now it is swallowed up by its own block of towering buildings.
You learn a lot about a hotel, when you're standing across the street from it for a long period of time, our arms extending out, wishing for a cab with it's light on.
We arrived at our Christmas Party waaay tooo loooong after anyone wanted to see if we collected everything. Even our memories.
We came in last place.