Now that I am done with my shout out, let me get to my bitching point:
I have a serious problem with crowds. I don't like people brushing against me or bumping me. I like to be able to see at least four feet in front of me and have a margin of space behind me at all times. (So, why do I love New York? I don't know.) When you go to the MOMA, you have to start at the top and work your way down. Well, when I got to about floor #4, I started sweating. By floor #3, I couldn't swallow, my fingers were tingling and I was having a full blown panic attack. By floor #2, I was just bouncing around room to room urgently asking every security guard, "HOW DO I EXIT????!!!" By the time I found my way out I had sweat through my shirt and had to get outside and just stand there in the cold until I literally chilled out.
To deal with my PTSD, I went shopping for cosmetics. What do you think I found at Bergdorf's? MORE CROWDS. Finally, I put up the white flag, hailed a cab and am safe. Screw you everyone in NYC...go home so I can enjoy the city. I am now having a vodka soda and a Xanax.
Thank you Belvedere.
Love,
Katie
Let's get to the point, which you have basically answered rhetorically already; you weren't having a panic attack, you were simply parched & needed a drink.
ReplyDeleteThere you have it, now enjoy.
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DeleteClearly, you know me better than I know myself.
Love,
Katie
Sometimes, when I get panicky, I really like to get outside and just run like the wind. Just kidding! I always go to the bottle.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Kristen
Dum,
DeleteLast time we were at the Trump bar and I had a panic attack WITH a martini in front of me that is exactly what I did...remember? I went outside to breathe, then came in and chugged the martini. Lil of both.
Love,
Katie