it’s warm in nyc and the streets are filled with people drinking and trying to get taxis. nyc in the warm weather is like mardi-gras, minus the beads.
was there a winter this year?
oh, that’s right, january 19th, from 2pm-6pm. that was our winter.
i wonder if any rhode-island sized chunks of glacial ice have fallen into the seas recently?
as an aside, last night i went to a party to honor blondie’s induction into the rock and roll hall of fame.
it was good old-fashioned drunken fun, but it made me very nostalgic for old new york.
new york is sort of the victim of it’s own success.
ok, i’ll qualify that, by ‘sort of’ i mean ‘egregiously so’.
or do i?
ok, sort of.
now i’m going to sleep, lulled into dreamland by the sound of loud drunks and honking horns.
-moby
