Friday, September 11, 2009

September 11

I slept through the attacks on 9/11. My cell phone rang around 6:00 a.m. here on the West coast when an ex-girlfriend in Texas called me to see if I'd seen what was happening but I didn't answer, although I did have the thought "Why the hell is she calling me so early?" just before I rolled over and went back to sleep. Being a bartender and hard-drinking partier (yes, even harder than I am now) at the time I leisurely arose around noon and came downstairs where one of my roommates told me that "We've been attacked".

I flipped on the television and numbly watched news coverage for the rest of the day until I had to be at work that night. I didn't know anyone living in New York City at the time but I did call my family and my ex back in Texas; I guess I just wanted to hear their voices. When I got to work I watched news coverage there until closing. Not one person sat at my bar that night. After work I went home and drank even harder than I had the night before, but for very different reasons. That's how I spent 9/11. I'm kind of glad I slept through it.


magpie said...

Where we were, and what we were doing...

It was about 10.30 - 11.00pm here when the first plane hit. TV and radio were off for the night and we had no Internet connection back then. Knew nothing till I was on the train about 8 hours after the attacks, morning of 12th September our time, the headlines on the open newspapers around me starting to sink in.
Didn't do much that day. I'll actually say Bush had the most fitting words: "terrible sadness".

My condolences to your great country on this awful anniversary.

Leslie Parsley said...

I just happened to turn on the TV and even before I heard the first word I sensed something was terribly wrong. Being a news freak, I watched in fascinated horror. Instead of going to my local watering hole, the Denver Press Club where the liquor measurements are quite liberal, I stayed home to sip. For once, I didn't feel like talking.