Focused

Muffins and Taylor Swift

I grabbed my favorite pair of jeans and stuffed them in my white leather suitcase. Finally, I was almost done packing. I looked at my alarm clock on my bedside table and saw that it said 11:13 in the morning. I had gone to bed pretty much at 4:00 in the morning and decided to get up at 8:30 in the morning. Jay was coming at noon to pick me up and we were going to go to a small cafe in the city.

I finished shoving an orange and grey cardigan in my suitcase and went to go take a shower. About 10 minutes later, I was out of the shower and trying to comb out my wet tangle of hair. I walked into my half emptied room and opened my closet to only 4 dresses still hanging up. I chose one that was red with white polka dots. It had a red, tiny, thin belt that was in the middle of my stomach and it looked vintage. I've always loved vintage clothing. I put it on over my nude color bra and my Victoria's Secret underwear. I had adorable red wedges that had a strap on the top of my foot that I decided to wear. I looked like a mannequin from an old clothing store in the 1920's.

I let my hair air dry and it was as straight as ever. I twisted some hair back on the right side of my head. Perfect. Then, I decided to put on some cover up, foundation, mascara, and bright red lipstick. By the time I was finished, It was 11:53 and Jay would be here in a few minutes.

I walked downstairs very slowly so I could view pictures along on the wall. I try very hard not to come downstairs that much and when I get home from somewhere I zoom upstairs straight to my bedroom. It's going to be hard to leave. This is my home ; the place where I grew up. How could I leave everything I've always known? Everything that is left behind when I leave goes to charity unless a family member comes and gets it. My entire family gets 2 days to look at the house and claim some things so they can have them. I'm planning to have an extra bag or suitcase so I can take some things with me.

A car horn beeped and I got out of my thinking daze. Probably Jay. I grabbed my purse and headed out the door. Jay leaned out the window and waved at me. I shook my head and smiled. My hair blew around my face and the cherry blossom trees danced in the wind. I got up to his car and sat in the passenger seat. Jay was wearing a blue Abercrombie sweatshirt and khaki shorts. He had one hand on the steering wheel.

And the other on my heart. I snickered to myself. Really, Marley...Taylor Swift?

"It's so nice out today." Jay looked out the window at the cherry blossom trees with awe. I gotta love this guy.

"It is." He started his car back up and we drove into the city.

A little while later, we reached a very busy street in the heart of Manhattan. About 4 blocks from Carnegie Hall. One of thee most famous music venues in the world. It was busy all the time, but looked beautiful. We parked right behind a beat up Dodge Challenger. I looked out the driver's side window and saw an adorably homey cafe and there was a sign that sat on the roof and in big black letter said Muffin Else Matters and below that sign was another small sign that said Manhattan's favorite muffinery! est. 1984.

"Really? I didn't know there was a such thing as a muffinery." I laughed and exclaimed to Jay.

"Hey, they don't serve just muffins!" He laughed and opened the door for me.

"Welcome to Manhattan's finest muffinery!" A perky young blonde said as I got into the door. She had short, scrunched, and pretty fake, blonde hair and even in her work shirt some cleavage was showing also. I smiled at her in response.

"Sit anywhere ya like and a waitress will be right with you!" She turned around and walked across the place while her heels clicked. Jay looked at me expecting me to pick where we sit. I picked a cute wooded table with 2 chairs across from one another. This place is pretty small and only about 10 people were actually in the place. It could probably only hold about 40. The whole entire place smelled of roses and pancakes. A tiny brunette waitress skipped over to our table and took our drink orders. I looked at the counter right by the kitchen and a radio was on the counter playing--of course Our Song by Taylor Swift.

Cliche much? I think so.