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  • Friday, March 27, 2015

    It’s getting foggier outside by the minute, which only increases the dreamlike quality of the current situation. The Marriott sign down the street gradually fades into a red blur, as the city lights blend together as if viewed from underwater.

    As the opening credits for Birdman begin showing on the screen, the fast jazz music doing nothing but heightening my feeling of giddiness, I flip open the room service booklet on the table. Four pages of breakfast. Four pages of breakfast! I laugh to myself. But it’s dinner time now. I flip to the back and leaf through the options. The entire time, I have the acute sense that I’m not supposed to be doing this, for some reason, as if I had slipped into the hotel unnoticed and was playing a big ruse on the hotel staff. I decided I would in fact order a meal from room service—almost on a dare, to prove to myself that it could be done. The woman on the other end of the phone is delightfully energetic, as if she is just as excited as I am to be taking my order. (The 3 oz. salmon, portabella mushrooms, herb-roasted potatoes, hot bread, and a strawberry-pineapple smoothie.) I literally let out a laugh, almost a giggle, as I hang up the phone. The jazz music continues as the letters sporadically slam onto the screen with each drum beat. The movie begins.

    Twenty minutes later, a knock on the door. At first I freeze, as if I honestly didn’t expect the plan to actually follow through. But the knock solidly plants my room service order in reality. I throw on the shirt that was laying beside my bed, pause Birdman, and go to the door. As I open it and take the tray from the finely dressed man holding it, the sense that I am an imposter increases. It’s almost as if I have to struggle to keep myself from laughing as I sign the little receipt and than the man as he walks away, as if I have to restrain from bursting out and saying “Me? You’re delivering this meal to me? Don’t you get it? I’m just a kid, I’m not supposed to be here!” But I am, so I take the meal inside.

    It is exquisitely delicious. The movie is hilarious and captivating. The fog outside has become so dense it almost looks as though my window faces a solid gray wall. And for one more night, I feel invincible.
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