I had to call former DR TPunk to make sure she’d gotten to work. This was pre-cellphone era for us. We had just been dating a few months and she’d stayed over in Brooklyn but left for work after I did. When I reached her at her job in the Viacom Building in Times Square, she had absolutely no idea anything had happened. She came to my office and we had a surreal walk all the way up to her apt on 190th.
It was lucky she had left after me because it was Fashion Week that week. A friend of mine had come to town to sleep on my couch all day while working all night at Bryant Park. TPunk had passed him arriving at my place as she was leaving. So I was able to calm his wife who was calling frantically wanting to make sure he was ok. He slept the day away with no idea that anything had happened until I finally got him to pick up the phone at 5pm.