When you and your roomie find yourselves trying to leave Brooklyn late on a Saturday night after party-hopping from the LES (yay Blogmukkah 2.0!) to Fort Greene, TRY to pay attention to what side of the platform you're on. 'Cause when it's after 2:00am and you're heading to Rockaway instead of Manhattan, you have to get off at god-knows-where to cross to the other side of the platform.
And since god-knows-where turned out to be Kingston-Throop (huh?), a stop with no discernable means of descending to the Manhattan-bound platform, you may find that standing on the street at 2:30am, lost and somewhat drunk, might make you feel a bit conspicuous - even for a couple of white girls who live in Harlem. Does it feel like people are looking at you strangely? Well, that's because they ARE. Because nobody (including you) can figure out why the hell you are there.
Turns out the other entrance was a block down the street, completely out of sight. We avoided the homeless guy pissing in the stairs (at least we hope that's what he was doing), sidestepped a generous proposition or two, and managed to make it to the right platform, 3 hours (or maybe just 30 minutes, I couldn't tell) later.
Morons.
Sunday, December 17, 2006
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Didn't get a chance to meet you at Blogmukkah, though that's probably my own fault. Got there late, and got there drunk.
You really think someone should get kicked in the balls after telling a girl she's almost hot enough to be a model? I think you should get pissed on by a dirty bum.
Really? A dirty bum? Geez. It didn't sound like a compliment to me. It sounded like the passive agressive shit a guys say when he wants to be a dick but doesn't want to be straightforward about it.
But hey, that's just me.
Possibly, still not an excuse for violence unless you're a bad person.
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