All I could perceive were the yellows and oranges and reds of autumn as I bolted past them to finish my jog with a quick sprint. The foliage began to come into focus as I looked to my left and saw a rust-red Ford pick-up. It was backed up to a small pond that blurrily reflected the changing seasons. An unstable folding chair hosted an equally unstable old man – they both looked as if they could fall in on themselves at any second. The man’s aviator sunglasses acted as mirrors for the pond’s own reflection, obscuring the distinct shapes of the leaves but maintaining the brilliant colors. His sunken face wrinkled even more with concentration as he tugged his fishing pole to see if he had any bites.
I passed and was again consumed by the woods, the trees, and the light.
You’ll be shocked to learn that “History of Gospel Music” didn’t capture the attention of a first-semester college freshman… but this is the product of my distraction, written a year ago today:
The chipping white paint of the window sill and radiator provide an ironic frame for the nearly too-perfect lawn of Denison’s south quad – sprinkled with afternoon light and its shadows, prematurely fallen leaves, and Adirondack chairs. Students stroll to and from town, in and out of my frame, unaware that they’re a part of my moving photograph. A crisp breeze evolved from the morning’s fog and with it, it dragged along the familiar and subtle scent of wet leaves. This is what I’ve been waiting for: a pumpkin spice latte, a spooky midnight trip to the University graveyard, rosy cheeks, and the air smelling like last night’s bonfire.
This is an app I stumbled upon called Spreeder… if you have an article assigned from anything that’s already in type, you can copy and paste it into the Spreeder and it will speed-read it to you at a speed of your choosing. Kinda awesome when you’re in a time crunch for readings… per usual for me.
Her straight leg acid-washed jeans showcased worn pleather platform clogs as she stumbled through the door. With that, she rocked a red and white floral patterned midriff with puffy cap sleeves - there was a definite ‘Fourth-of-July-1983’ vibe.
And so begins the true story of a woman’s quick stint at the Vue Restaurant’s bar… and her eventual arrest. I encountered a lot of strange people and their antics while working as a hostess there, but one event in particular stands out in my memory. That’s the story of the belligerent woman who became the concern of the HPD that Tuesday afternoon.
Her orange-red hair was styled into messy pigtails, and they didn’t quite match the color of her nubby shirt. She was also a bit old for pigtails. She was barely able to muster the strength to open the restaurant door, so the apparently intoxicated redhead fell against the wall for a quick break. She finally made it inside, but didn’t respond to my greeting. This happened a lot when people were in a hurry, so I just ignored it when the woman blew past me and plopped down at the far end of the curved bar. I had some hostessy things to do, so I didn’t really think about the woman again until I heard a loud, “NO!” followed by some sobbing and wailing at the bar. I walked toward it to find my manager telling the interestingly dressed woman that she was cut off. She was wasted at 3:30 in the afternoon.
Kinda sad, kinda funny, kinda like a train wreck, so naturally I tried to watch inconspicuously as the woman got up to leave – keys to her Audi in hand – and stomped her feet in protest. My manager hurried from behind the bar telling her she was in no condition to drive, so she stormed outside and sat angrily on the bench along the street. I meandered casually back to my stand, but only because I had a better view out the window of the woman on her cell phone. Maybe 15 minutes passed and she finally hung up her phone. I assumed the ordeal was over until I saw blue and red lights flashing in the reflection of the window.
The door creaked again, but this time it was two members of the Hudson Police Department who came into the restaurant. A little freaked out, I went to go get my manager who was asked to talk with the cops outside. He hadn’t called them, but I had a guess about who had after I saw the woman stand up and put her hands on her hips. She walked over and got into her car. A gold Audi with the vanity plate ‘ITS MEE’ sat unlocked out in front of the restaurant – she opened the door and sat down in the driver’s seat. The officers that were talking to my manager did a double take at the woman before they rushed over, asked her to get out, then physically removed her from the car. One of them whipped out his ticket pad, wrote her a citation then pushed her head in to the back of his cop car… public intoxication and attempting to drive while under the influence were her charges.
I found out later that she had offered our bartender a job because she allegedly had slept with the CEO of Citibank. She also winked at the busboy and told him that he reminded her of her ex-boyfriend… who she said was Johnny Depp.