Last year, I passed by the IFC Theatre for the first time on my way to a conference at NYU, and since I watch the IFC channel on TV, the theatre intrigued me enough to promise myself that I would go one day. Finally, I got my chance on Tuesday; little did I know it would be hell getting there. I knew I should have looked up the directions beforehand, but I was in a rush and decided to wing it based on the directions someone had fleetingly said. Bad choice! My dad has always told me “Don’t rely on other people; if you have to do something, do it yourself” and this was one of those times I should’ve listened.
After a meeting at Baruch College, I ran quickly to the 6 train, got off at 14th street, almost got on the L train because I thought it went to West 4th Street and subsequently became lost. So, after asking a nice passenger how to get to West 4th, I hurried back to the 6 train, got off at Astor Place and was still lost. Luckily, I am not too proud to ask, and asked for directions to West 4th, resulting in a 15 minute power-walk to the theatre. But guess who I saw on my way there?! I passed by Arianna Huffington! However, even she could not stop me from my goal— to get to the theatre before 2:30! If you know me well, I hate being late. So with a few minutes left, I practically broke jaywalking laws to get there.
And I made it with with less than 30 second to spare — breathing heavy, sweating under my jacket, and stumbling in the dark to find a seat in the small theatre. After taking a seat, I took out my notebook (yes, I can write in the dark) and waited for the the short films to begin. At the end of all the films, I must say this: All the drama in the films were definitely worth all the drama it took for me to see them.
Sorry to hear that your experience didn’t go as smoothly as you wanted to but hey, at least you’ve made it on time =)