6) Hold'em like they do in Texas please
5) Tell me that part about Kenny G again...
10 am, Saturday morning, August 2008. I am wearing a low-cut "going out shirt" and a pair of men's flipflops. The cute pair of wedges I wore out the night before are acting as a pillow against the window of the A train as the conductor announces that it is going to be running express. I open my eyes and say "oh for fuck's sake" and the middle-aged Dad sitting across from me on the train (the only other passenger) says "Yeah, sucks. Nice walk of shame outfit."
1) The Patriot Act(ress)
July 2008. Christopher Street Pier. It's a perfect day. The sun is setting. I'm sitting with a friend enjoying the moment when a ghetto-fabulous lady starts to sing The Star Spangled Banner. She's pretty good actually. I take in the very New York-ness of the whole thing as a homeless guy yells, at the top of his lungs, from twenty feet away, "Shut the fuck up, woman! You can't sing for shit!"
I've said it once and I'll say it again: I love this city stupid.
PS: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROOMMATE!!