Recap (possibly quickest post ever)
via Jason through email (I may have been involved in the first part of the night):
Highlights of the second part of my evening:
• Being told to get off the F Train because of a “medical emergency.”
• Being told the B would be making all the F stops.
• The B not making those aforementioned stops. Not at all.
• Going to Brooklyn. Third time I’ve been there.
• Ducking into a Chinese bakery, ordering some strange pastry (by pointing), asking to use the bathroom, using the bathroom, deciding I didn’t want to wait for, pay for or eat said strange pastry, slipping on the floor and throwing my wallet, putting the contents back in my wallet, booking for the exit, hopping in a cab.
After all that, the dinner itself was uneventful. Also, I was the only one who’d been drinking. I’m sure I made a great impression.
I make a motion that the coffee portion of our afternoons should immediately be replaced with outdoor drinking.
• One last highlight – taking this photo.
I look like a linebacker. You look like a copywriter.
Quite a night in New York City for the Canadian boy!
just a regular night at brass monkey Christina, the second part is all Jason’s experience. I got to walk home w/ out needing a train…
Right now I’m sitting in the waiting room of a (discount) tire shop, watching a spanish-language soap opera, about to hop on a conference call. In stark contrast to last night’s action.
Let’s do it again soon.
The conference call must be all the rage these days eh Jason, I’m an old school kind of guy waiting for html pages myself…
That’s some clever editing.