1-5-08 out and about

Hang out at the bar after the show and Katie, Pete and I get clocked by these two hipster douchebags (one wearing a fedora!) who apparently didn't approve of our Williamsburg credentials. Katie offers to beat the shit out of them, but Pete kindly declines her generous offer.

We leave the bar at 12:30 to catch a bus back to Queens (unfortunately, it take you back to Queens, but on the plus side, if you've gotta go to Queens, at least it's direct), and the 12:37 almost roars past the bus stop where we stand huddled in the cold and rain, stopping only when I step directly into the road waving my hands and holding up my metrocard in the universal sign for "stop the fucking bus, I have to go back to Queens."

"What, you think I need a seeing eye dog or something?" says the bus driver as we clamber on board, and I successfully restrain myself from replying "Yes, actually, I think you do."

12-12-07 - metrocard athlete

I take the wallet out of my pocket, flip it open with the same hand, and thumb the metrocard out of its slot at the front. I walk up to the entrance to the subway, and in one fluid motion, without breaking my stride, I swipe the card and bump the turnstile with my leg. I continue down the steps to the train, exceedingly proud of myself and my prowess with the transit system, all the while putting the metrocard back in my wallet, and all without using my left hand.

Tonight the moon came up like a sliver of fingernail above the buildings in Queens and I thought, "It's so quiet in outer space."