Laura lost at love fest.

On my way home from GG park I decided I would stop by my favorite cheese steak shop to get on of their delicious seitan cheese sandwiches. I was a little disappointed by this one because they had over toasted the roll, making it too crunchy. It may have been stale, which was something I did not consider at the time. When I got up to leave it was very windy and cold. I was not particularly looking forward to the ride home. Outside of the shop I had to make the decision if I would take the left or the right hand path to get home. I chose the left, figuring it would be the fastest and easiest way to go.

On my way I noticed a few stragglers from the love parade. There was a girl in a flowing bright orange piece of fabric that barely covered her in the wind stumbling around. I wonder if she knows where she’s going, I thought to myself. I had already seen a number of very wasted folks today. All of them women to my recollection. A few blocks farther along I noticed a lone girl dressed in blue hot pants high heels and not much stumbling along the side walk. I casually checked her out, not only because she was hot but because it was really cold and she was wearing almost nothing. She was crying. I stopped and got off my bike.

“Are you ok? Is something wrong?”

She wasn’t ok. She had gotten separated from her boyfriend by some sick twist of fate and ended up lost and alone in a strange city far from where she should have been. Laura was from out of town and did not know the city at all. Obviously. She was literally 45 minutes away from where she had started at Love Fest and was walking in the wrong direction. She had no money and didn’t know anyone to call in the city besides her boy friend who was not returning her phone calls. She was fucked.

So I turned her around and we walked back to the bus I thought would be a good one for her to take to get where she needed to go. I gave her my hoodie because it was cold. While we walked I have to admit I felt like I was in a movie. I thought things I’m not proud of. I thought of the movie House of Games and of con men and being taken advantage of. But I didn’t let it get the best of me. Laura said her she had been on a float her boyfriend had made along with his friends but that she had been kicked off because she didn’t have the right armband to allow her to go where it was going. She got separated from her boyfriend and all her money and put on a bus away from the festival. Then she just started walking.

We walked back to where I had had my cheese steak. The bus was right there. I tried to give her some money but she refused. I took back my hoodie just before she got on the bus.

I wish I had done more for her. It was curious because, although she was a total babe dressed in practically nothing I didn’t feel at all sexual with her. I just felt terrible that she had been put in such a crappy position and I wanted to help her as best I could.