I have favorite things about the city at Christmas-time:
The sidewalks are clogged with vendors selling Christmas trees and boughs. Makeshift wooden frames keep the trees upright and wreaths are also stacked like donuts on the sidewalk. In the Village last week, a French girl sold me four boughs from a stack for "az much az you'd like to pay." (I payed three bucks.)
There is no doubt that the windows at Macy's and Rockefeller Center are tourist havens, but is there anything so quintessential? There is a reason that we go back every year to see the sights. It's comforting, even in the harshest winter winds.
The platform for the altar at Queen of All Saints is decorated with 14 evergreen trees, each at least eight feet tall. The servers look like they could start a snowball fight at any time, taking cover behind the boughs and peeking out while waiting for Monsigneur to shout "GO!"
The first snows make the city quiet and magical. On our street, children slide along, pushing themselves on old cardboard boxes. Before it all melts to slush, there is a layer of downy white on every stoop. With the first snow, delivery boys from take-out restaurants put on yellow slickers and wrap their heavy chain-link bike locks around their waist and ride their bikes through the snow delivering dinner to all the lazy New Yorkers who are doing their best to watch the delights from behind glass. I tipped five bucks for a twelve dollar pizza.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
My Random Top Ten List for 2008
Please note: This list is only in regards to living in NYC. There are certain things that supercede this (birth of child, getting signed by an agency, international debut, etc.).
10. Arthur Avenue- the Bronx. Our first trip to the Bronx was a blast. We ate a family style meal at a Dominick's Restaurant (it was good, not great) but we got to tour the "other Little Italy" with some of our favorite friends on a beautiful day. Not a bad way to begin exploring the most distant borough!
9. The Man-moon. Prior to the birth of our little girl, I had a chance to have a weekend hanging with one of my best friends from high school. On one evening we hit The Alligator for free pizza, Barcade- my favorite bar in the whole city, Union Pool for tacos from a truck and a night cap at Soda. Another night was spent drinking small batch bourbon, scotch and whiskey at Char No. 4. Nestle all that between two slices of gaming on the wii and you get yourself a great pre-baby-weekend-of-fun sandwich.
8. The Brooklyn Public Library System. For great service and a giant selection, go somewhere else. If you want to find the latest NY Times Bestseller list with very little wait, this is where to go. The service is uninspired at best, hostile at its worst.
7. The New York Public Library System. For giant selection with only a little bit of inconvenience, this is the spot. I've been having trysts with the Fine Arts Collection at Lincoln Center. This is the only library system where I can go to the branch by my office and pick up a copy of The Rake's Progress and Batman- Arkham Asylum. If you want a NY times bestseller and don't mind being hold number 845 out of 1,232 then use the NYPL, otherwise, see #8.
6. Metro North. Kitty's birthday celebration involved hopping the train to Cold Springs and traveling in the most civilized fashion upstate. We enjoyed a hike along the Hudson that went through an old stone house that was abandoned and ruined. Oh... and she did it while 6 months pregnant. That's my tough-as-nails wife! Lunch was startlingly good at the Foundry Cafe.
5. NY Comic Con. This year I went all out and got a weekend pass. Like eating 7 pounds of expensive cheese, watching the Lord of the Rings trilogy back to back to back or drinking a whole bottle of Veuve, sometimes too much is too much. This year I'm getting a ticket for Friday only. Everything in moderation.
4. The Business of Being Born. Never has a documentary so directly affected my life.
3. New York Magazine. Never has a magazine so directly affected my life.
2. The Wii. Nothing beats spending some time playing the vids and now Kitty joins in for competitive Tennis. She also has a circuit training course for me that includes Wii Boxing, crunches and pushups. After all that, I've been enjoying Super Mario Galaxy, No More Heroes and playing Medal of Honor Heroes 2 online against real life people.
1. Prosperity Dumplings. Prosperity Dumplings. Prosperity Dumplings. Never has a dumpling so directly affected my life.
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
I've seen fire and I've seen rain.
With a baby on the way, Kitty and I have made a pledge not to make any plans. Really, what's the point when anything could happen at any moment. Our rational is this: Hang out together, get lots of rest, watch a bit of tv, play some WiiSports and try not to get in too much trouble. After all, the next 20 years will be a sleepless, insane mess, right? (or not, perhaps)
The Water Breaks
As it turns out, water broke last Saturday night. I walked in as Kitty was reading in bed. "Does the ceiling look a little odd to you?" she asked.
I had been upstairs talking with Ms. C, our landlord, chatting about the fun of planning and how Kitty and I were making the most (or perhaps the least) out of these last few days.
Now I looked at the ceiling- puzzled and a little bemused. I pulled a chair up and poked the ceiling. It caved damply under the pressure of my finger. "Crap." I said, as I stood on the chair.
Back up the outside stairs to Ms. C's house I raced. She was surprised at a second visit so quickly and it was getting late. As her eyes got large, she said, "Let me call my brother."
Let's all keep in mind that here in NYC, water is a both a trusted companion and a feared enemy. If a pipe bursts, it can cause millions of dollars of damage to not only your apartment, but every apartment below. An overflowed tub can cause rifts for generations. Children stop playing with "negligent" neighbors. Lawsuits are filed. Decorators cheer. Years later, teenagers will fall tragically in love across these battle lines and only their mutual suicides will bring the families back together.
Luckily, Ms. C's brother figured out that it was only a leaky radiator valve. The water dried, he replaced the ceiling drywall the next day and this evening I'm putting on the last coat of paint.
Crisis averted and the Spud is 85% less likely to avoid an untimely Romeo/Juliet demise.
It always could be worse.
On Monday I was sitting at my desk at the office. My cell rings and I see it is The Cantor, my best friend from college. I can't imagine why an esteemed member of the Hebrew Nation would be calling me mid-day so I took the call. The Cantor lives with his family on the Upper East Side near the Temple where he serves. He has a doorman and some might say he has a "dee-lux apartment in the sky."
"Hey, man, I'm sitting in a coffee shop right now and I thought I'd give you a call."
"We'll what's new?" I asked.
"Well, I'm waiting for a tow truck to pick up my car. Somebody set it on fire last night."
"HEY-SUS!" I exclaimed. (He doesn't mind so much, being Jewish and all) "Is everything OK? Did anyone get hurt?"
"No. It happened in the middle of the night. I came out to switch sides for street parking and there was the burned out shell of my car. I guess it went up at about 2 a.m. and the firetrucks were here and everything."
He certainly sounded calmer than I would have been. I decided not to worry him with my little tale of woe.
The Water Breaks
As it turns out, water broke last Saturday night. I walked in as Kitty was reading in bed. "Does the ceiling look a little odd to you?" she asked.
I had been upstairs talking with Ms. C, our landlord, chatting about the fun of planning and how Kitty and I were making the most (or perhaps the least) out of these last few days.
Now I looked at the ceiling- puzzled and a little bemused. I pulled a chair up and poked the ceiling. It caved damply under the pressure of my finger. "Crap." I said, as I stood on the chair.
Back up the outside stairs to Ms. C's house I raced. She was surprised at a second visit so quickly and it was getting late. As her eyes got large, she said, "Let me call my brother."
Let's all keep in mind that here in NYC, water is a both a trusted companion and a feared enemy. If a pipe bursts, it can cause millions of dollars of damage to not only your apartment, but every apartment below. An overflowed tub can cause rifts for generations. Children stop playing with "negligent" neighbors. Lawsuits are filed. Decorators cheer. Years later, teenagers will fall tragically in love across these battle lines and only their mutual suicides will bring the families back together.
Luckily, Ms. C's brother figured out that it was only a leaky radiator valve. The water dried, he replaced the ceiling drywall the next day and this evening I'm putting on the last coat of paint.
Crisis averted and the Spud is 85% less likely to avoid an untimely Romeo/Juliet demise.
It always could be worse.
On Monday I was sitting at my desk at the office. My cell rings and I see it is The Cantor, my best friend from college. I can't imagine why an esteemed member of the Hebrew Nation would be calling me mid-day so I took the call. The Cantor lives with his family on the Upper East Side near the Temple where he serves. He has a doorman and some might say he has a "dee-lux apartment in the sky."
"Hey, man, I'm sitting in a coffee shop right now and I thought I'd give you a call."
"We'll what's new?" I asked.
"Well, I'm waiting for a tow truck to pick up my car. Somebody set it on fire last night."
"HEY-SUS!" I exclaimed. (He doesn't mind so much, being Jewish and all) "Is everything OK? Did anyone get hurt?"
"No. It happened in the middle of the night. I came out to switch sides for street parking and there was the burned out shell of my car. I guess it went up at about 2 a.m. and the firetrucks were here and everything."
He certainly sounded calmer than I would have been. I decided not to worry him with my little tale of woe.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Requiem for a Tuba
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/14/us/14tubaman.html
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My memory of the Tuba Man:
While Kitty and I lived and worked in Seattle, I was a member of the Seattle Opera Chorus. Perhaps more importantly, I was a busker down at the Pike Place Market on my lunch breaks. I would put out a coffee cup and stand on the corner singing my lungs out. I sang arias in front of tourists (not very well). It was a fun way to break down any last sense of fear that I might have had about performing.
One of the fun things about being a part of the Seattle Opera Chorus was that you could sometimes leave performances early (if we were done singing). I remember running out of the theater after shouting "Attenti agli sbocchi delle scale!!" at the end of Tosca. As I would leave the theater, beating the crowds by ten minutes (at best), I would wave to the Tuba Man as he sat blasting away "Ride of the Valkeries."
To the Tuba Man, my fellow busker: I wish I had given you a tip. I hope you're doing duets with Gabriel now.
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My memory of the Tuba Man:
While Kitty and I lived and worked in Seattle, I was a member of the Seattle Opera Chorus. Perhaps more importantly, I was a busker down at the Pike Place Market on my lunch breaks. I would put out a coffee cup and stand on the corner singing my lungs out. I sang arias in front of tourists (not very well). It was a fun way to break down any last sense of fear that I might have had about performing.
One of the fun things about being a part of the Seattle Opera Chorus was that you could sometimes leave performances early (if we were done singing). I remember running out of the theater after shouting "Attenti agli sbocchi delle scale!!" at the end of Tosca. As I would leave the theater, beating the crowds by ten minutes (at best), I would wave to the Tuba Man as he sat blasting away "Ride of the Valkeries."
To the Tuba Man, my fellow busker: I wish I had given you a tip. I hope you're doing duets with Gabriel now.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
"Where do we go now?"-- Sweet Child O' Mine, Guns & Roses
Well, we've had a great run here at the Chocolate Room! We talked a lot about the fun and weird and free and cheap things to do here in NYC. Together we made a trip to the DMV, we ate $1 dumplings, we watched the burgeoning love affair of my wife and a guy named Mamoun and we learned that a clever New Yorker really can drink booze for free.
So where are we going from here?
As you now know, Kitty and I are expecting a kid. It's pretty exciting and I'm thinking that there will be a lot of great new experiences to be had now that we going to experience the city 'a trois.'
Of course, we will still discover fun and exciting things to do here and I'll post about that. Also, I'll try not to make too many posts about my kid and its magic golden first dump... oh no, I will attempt to hold myself to a higher standard. After all, the Spud 0.9 is going to be born in the roughest, toughest city in the world and I'm sure there is a story in there somewhere.
So where are we going from here?
As you now know, Kitty and I are expecting a kid. It's pretty exciting and I'm thinking that there will be a lot of great new experiences to be had now that we going to experience the city 'a trois.'
Of course, we will still discover fun and exciting things to do here and I'll post about that. Also, I'll try not to make too many posts about my kid and its magic golden first dump... oh no, I will attempt to hold myself to a higher standard. After all, the Spud 0.9 is going to be born in the roughest, toughest city in the world and I'm sure there is a story in there somewhere.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
People from Carolina know things
I won't talk much about Kitty's pregnancy because it was pretty laid back and I was told "it makes other mothers angry." I'm knocking furiously on wood right now. Consequently, we were thrilled about six months in when she got her first comment from the neighborhood about it.
Kitty and I were walking down Brevoort from the express train station when a voice came from behind us, "Well! SOMEone's having a baby! mm-HMM." At first we weren't sure if she was talking to us. We turned and smiled and waved. Our new friend wasn't content to leave it at that though.
"I just had my eighth. It's GREAT! Do you know what you are having?"
Kitty took the lead, "Nope. We're kicking it 'old school' and didn't find out."
"Well, I have eight BOYS. Nothing but trouble... Do you want to find out? Come over here, honey."
She opens the gate to her brownstone and meets us at a card table on the sidewalk where three older people are playing dominoes and smoking.
"Ma... hey, MA... Tell her what kind of kid she's going to have!"
The mother turns to us and smiles, gold teeth sparkling against the sunset. "I'm from Carolina, so I know these kinds of things," she says.
"Just relax, hon. Don't worry about what I'm going to do."
The old woman takes a drag off of her cigarette and places it down on the card table, the end hangs over the edge and falls onto the sidewalk. Still sitting, her hand reaches up and she places her hand on Kitty's throat.
After about thirty seconds she lets go, exhales her cigarette smoke and lifts the cigarette to her lips and takes another drag.
"I'm from Carolina, so I know these things... I felt two heart beats. It's a girl and HE," she motions at me with her cigarette, "is the father."
Kitty and I were walking down Brevoort from the express train station when a voice came from behind us, "Well! SOMEone's having a baby! mm-HMM." At first we weren't sure if she was talking to us. We turned and smiled and waved. Our new friend wasn't content to leave it at that though.
"I just had my eighth. It's GREAT! Do you know what you are having?"
Kitty took the lead, "Nope. We're kicking it 'old school' and didn't find out."
"Well, I have eight BOYS. Nothing but trouble... Do you want to find out? Come over here, honey."
She opens the gate to her brownstone and meets us at a card table on the sidewalk where three older people are playing dominoes and smoking.
"Ma... hey, MA... Tell her what kind of kid she's going to have!"
The mother turns to us and smiles, gold teeth sparkling against the sunset. "I'm from Carolina, so I know these kinds of things," she says.
"Just relax, hon. Don't worry about what I'm going to do."
The old woman takes a drag off of her cigarette and places it down on the card table, the end hangs over the edge and falls onto the sidewalk. Still sitting, her hand reaches up and she places her hand on Kitty's throat.
After about thirty seconds she lets go, exhales her cigarette smoke and lifts the cigarette to her lips and takes another drag.
"I'm from Carolina, so I know these things... I felt two heart beats. It's a girl and HE," she motions at me with her cigarette, "is the father."
Sunday, November 09, 2008
Baby Names
As some of you might know, Kitty and I are expecting an addition to the family. In a few short weeks, our little Spud will be born and we'll have to choose a name.
If it is a girl, we'll call her Prosperity Mamoun and if it is a boy, Mamoun Prosperity. I kid, of course, but if you have come to visit us here in the city, I'm sure you will know the references.
Mamoun's Falafel and Prosperity Dumpling are the only two restaurants in the city that we have gone to regularly and they always exceed expectations.
Mamoun's is located in the Village and provides hungry roamers with falafel (a deep fried chickpea ball) with baba ganoush, lettuce, tomatoes, tzaziki sauce and scorching hot sauce for $3.00 for each sandwich.
When the Bear found out that Kitty was pregnant, he said, "Congratulations! Who's the father?" The answer is easy, Mamoun.
Prosperity Dumpling is on Eldridge just north of Canal and they provide perfect pork and chive fried dumplings (5 dumplings for $1) and a sesame pancake sandwich with veggies ($1.25) or with beef ($1.50). Kitty and I just got home from our almost weekly trip. As we stood on line that went out of the door of the 10 square foot restaurant/stand, she said, "this time, I'm getting a second sesame pancake for the Spud." We stood outside the little place and my eyes closed as I ate my pork dumplings. On our way down the stairs to the subway, Kitty said, "Next time, please, don't ever let me eat two sandwiches. I'm in a carb coma. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad I had to try it to know, but now I'm sure... just let me eat one. Not two."
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
Election Day, 2008
Today was my second experience voting in New York City. My district is in the Clinton Hill/Bed Stuy neighborhood. It's been that has been-- shall we say-- smitten with one particular candidate.
My first trip to the polls was for the primary. I got up early and the streets were barren. As I turned the corner to enter P.S. 56, a man leaning against a tree whispered, "Vote [censored]." We were well within the "no campaigning zone" but the man didn't seem to mind. I gave an uncomfortable semi-smile. "I see you're voting... you'd better be voting for [censored]." Of course, now I was turning into the building. He called after me, "I hope you are voting for [censored]!"
As I walked into the building a woman was talking on her cell phone. As she smoked her cigarette (the first illegal thing she was doing) she muttered, "Vote [censored]... " as I walked by her.
Of course, once I got inside the voting area, everything was by the book. It was so "by the book" that when I got to my polling station, my name wasn't on the roster. Apparently the DMV had struck again and hadn't processed my registration from May. Curses on you, DMV!!! A thousand curses!!! You are my nemesis, now and forever.
Fast forward to November 4, 2008. After watching a bruising campaign for both candidates, I woke up early and walked over the polling station with my voting confirmation in hand. As I turned the corner, I saw a small line leading out of the front of the building. It was 6:15 and the polls had opened only a few short minutes before. As I walked up to the building a woman walked out with her daughter. She lifted her up in the air and raised her up and down saying, "We made history! We made history!"
I looked past the happy woman and her daughter and I realized that the line went down to to the corner and turned right. It then went about half way down the block. Armed with my coffee, I went to the end of the line.
The couple in front of me were definitely long time residents of our neighborhood. "In all my years, I never saw a line this long," the wife said. "I can't believe it," says her husband. As I stood behind them for the next forty minutes as the line moves slowly but steadily forward, I heard them greet the people they knew.
"I have never been so happy to be at the end of a line," said one woman as she walked by. The line was now down to the next block.
A woman walked past me towards the end of the line, tears running down her face as she said, "I can't believe it... I just can't believe it."
When I got into the polling station, everything moved incredibly quickly. I found which line I should stand on and then only one person was ahead of me. Schools were closed for the day because all of the polling places seem to be public schools and kids couldn't eat lunches. Instead, parents all over had their children and the kids watched as they got a civics lesson from their parents.
Evening arrived after a long day of work and Kitty and I watched election results come in over the Cnn.com. (since we don't have tv). At 11 a.m., when they called the election I heard people cheering outside of the window. I put on my jacket and stood out on the stoop. A man had come outside, put his car radio on full blast and was dancing in the street. From the Shuttle train platform people were calling out, "we won! we won! HE won!" Strangers were shaking hands and hugging as they moved past each other through the doors of the train. Windows were opening up and down the street and people were leaning out cheering. As I heard the people calling out to their neighbors and cheering, news radio must have announced the winner because all of a sudden, from Fulton and Atlantic, I heard a car horn go and then another and another until a chorus rose up on either side of our small block, adding to the music and the people cheering and the lone man dancing in the street.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
This interview took place via email between Marc Bantel and your intrepid blogger, freebie superstar.
How did you get free tix to see Neil Diamond?
Well, I got them from my day job with the Red Cross in Greater New York.
So how was the concert?Great. The dude is 67 years old and he filled... I mean... FILLED madison square gardens. It was vaguely surreal to go into the show and be the youngest people there, but he came out with tons of energy, didn't take any breaks and sang for over 2 hours.Also, they are taping it for distribution so it would be cool to actually get the video at some point.
Did you dance in the aisle?
Not in the aisle, but he got us up and dancing for the first couple of numbers (holly holy and another uptempo). The crowd went nuts for Sweet Caroline. If I had one nit against the concert, it was that he did the song 3 times in a row. Three times... wtf? Always leave the crowd wanting more... Rule #1 of showbiz. By the end, the audience had shot their collective wad on the song.Did he wear anything sequined or in a jumpsuit style?Nope. Black suit. It was kind of a Johnny Cash look. He was totally fit, though. We sat behind the stage and basically watched his a$$ for 2 straight hours. Mostly I watched the monitors.Did you embarrass your wife?Not really. She danced with me.
What did he play as an encore?
confession time, we left a bit early. It's a pain to get out of MSG and with all the people with walkers, we figured it would take a lot longer. (I KID!!) Best guess, we missed Cracklin' Rosie and Coming to America.
Was anyone silly enough to try and "open" for him?
Dude. Pearl Jam wouldn't even be able to open for him. The dude sang for over 2 hours straight. No intermissions, no breaks. It was pretty damned amazing.
How many cougars did you spot?
Kitty: Have you seen the racks on the ladies here?
Blogger: Store bought or home grown?
Kitty: Store bought. They have 20 year old bodies attached to 50 year old faces...
How long of a show did he put on?
see above.
Did he interact with the crowd well?
Sort of... He definitely talked to the crowd a bit but it was a bit scripted at times. Not a complaint... it usually went with film clips up on the monitors.
Other comments:
Sitting behind him, we got an incredible view of what it was like to be on stage. The bulk of the audience rolled out ahead of us and it was almost like being on stage with Neil.
We wore earplugs and it was the best thing I've ever done. I would have totally gone hoarse and that would have sucked. I could actually hear the details of the music much more clearly because they took out the distortion of the loud volume. That being said, his band was incredibly tight. He's been touring with them for about 30 years and they knew everything cold. They were totally fun to watch. I saw the mike cord running down the drummer's back and for an instant I thought the dude was on oxygen. Wouldn't be surprised... the band didn't age as well as Neil did.
The main reason we left early was that a bunch of younger people (our age) sat behind us and by the end of the night they were completely smashed. They were talking at each other so loudly and being so freaking rude that it killed the rest of the night for us. I was especially pissed because Neil was singing a couple of slow songs about the price of being a star and touring and it was really speaking to me as a musician and I could barely hear because of the yutzes behind us. They were too drunk to reason with them at all. ugh. Downer on the end of the night.
How did you get free tix to see Neil Diamond?
Well, I got them from my day job with the Red Cross in Greater New York.
So how was the concert?Great. The dude is 67 years old and he filled... I mean... FILLED madison square gardens. It was vaguely surreal to go into the show and be the youngest people there, but he came out with tons of energy, didn't take any breaks and sang for over 2 hours.Also, they are taping it for distribution so it would be cool to actually get the video at some point.
Did you dance in the aisle?
Not in the aisle, but he got us up and dancing for the first couple of numbers (holly holy and another uptempo). The crowd went nuts for Sweet Caroline. If I had one nit against the concert, it was that he did the song 3 times in a row. Three times... wtf? Always leave the crowd wanting more... Rule #1 of showbiz. By the end, the audience had shot their collective wad on the song.Did he wear anything sequined or in a jumpsuit style?Nope. Black suit. It was kind of a Johnny Cash look. He was totally fit, though. We sat behind the stage and basically watched his a$$ for 2 straight hours. Mostly I watched the monitors.Did you embarrass your wife?Not really. She danced with me.
What did he play as an encore?
confession time, we left a bit early. It's a pain to get out of MSG and with all the people with walkers, we figured it would take a lot longer. (I KID!!) Best guess, we missed Cracklin' Rosie and Coming to America.
Was anyone silly enough to try and "open" for him?
Dude. Pearl Jam wouldn't even be able to open for him. The dude sang for over 2 hours straight. No intermissions, no breaks. It was pretty damned amazing.
How many cougars did you spot?
Kitty: Have you seen the racks on the ladies here?
Blogger: Store bought or home grown?
Kitty: Store bought. They have 20 year old bodies attached to 50 year old faces...
How long of a show did he put on?
see above.
Did he interact with the crowd well?
Sort of... He definitely talked to the crowd a bit but it was a bit scripted at times. Not a complaint... it usually went with film clips up on the monitors.
Other comments:
Sitting behind him, we got an incredible view of what it was like to be on stage. The bulk of the audience rolled out ahead of us and it was almost like being on stage with Neil.
We wore earplugs and it was the best thing I've ever done. I would have totally gone hoarse and that would have sucked. I could actually hear the details of the music much more clearly because they took out the distortion of the loud volume. That being said, his band was incredibly tight. He's been touring with them for about 30 years and they knew everything cold. They were totally fun to watch. I saw the mike cord running down the drummer's back and for an instant I thought the dude was on oxygen. Wouldn't be surprised... the band didn't age as well as Neil did.
The main reason we left early was that a bunch of younger people (our age) sat behind us and by the end of the night they were completely smashed. They were talking at each other so loudly and being so freaking rude that it killed the rest of the night for us. I was especially pissed because Neil was singing a couple of slow songs about the price of being a star and touring and it was really speaking to me as a musician and I could barely hear because of the yutzes behind us. They were too drunk to reason with them at all. ugh. Downer on the end of the night.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Spring Break on My Commute
Happy Passover!
It's a wonderful season here in the city because Passover means that it is Spring Break for the high school kids. With no high school kids, it means empty trains into the city. With empty trains into the city, it means not smelling that heady mix of phermones and Drakkar Noire (or whatever the kids wear these days. That means also that the trains don't run late and it also means that today I got to work in a record 22 minutes from station to station! I'm chipper as a squirrel finding a leftover nut from last fall.
It's a wonderful season here in the city because Passover means that it is Spring Break for the high school kids. With no high school kids, it means empty trains into the city. With empty trains into the city, it means not smelling that heady mix of phermones and Drakkar Noire (or whatever the kids wear these days. That means also that the trains don't run late and it also means that today I got to work in a record 22 minutes from station to station! I'm chipper as a squirrel finding a leftover nut from last fall.
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