A Song That Makes Me Happy | Time Means Nothing
Remembering nighttime rides across the Williamsburg Bridge on my way home, the wind biting just a little. Looking up at the pretty city night lights over my head and across the river and in my heart.
Remembering when I was a kid and I thought I knew everything, staying out all night drinking shitty Denny’s coffee because we knew the service would be so bad we didn’t need to tip, until we became friendly with one of the waitresses and started to leave her $5 tips on our $3 checks.
Remembering when I started to make friends in New York, little by little edging myself into a real life here. Late nights at bars doing things I should’ve known better than to do, and not even regretting it the next day, except that one time.
Remembering this exchange: “Where’s Jesse?” “He went home early, wasn’t feeling well… and his fingernails were painted the same color as yours.”
Remembering putting this song on a mixtape for a friend, one with whom I’ve given and received dozens of tracks that could have had any number of meanings, but instead only meant what they mean.
Remembering hearing it on the soundtrack to Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist, a movie that we love unconditionally that just doesn’t seem to be as popular to a lot of others. Now every time I hear it I’m reminded of all the things that movie makes me feel.
“This door is always open, no one has the guts to shut us out.”
We Are Scientists, “After Hours”. Say that you’ll stay.
I just want to hold your hand.