So I was just walking home after having sushi with a friend (if you're in the city and want good late sushi, go to Fukumatsu on 52nd between 2nd and 3rd), and I happened to see a drunk guy talking on a payphone. Only he had his dick out and was peeing, using the phone "booth" as a urinoir, while hollering at his friend.
Lovely.
Anyhow, I do have some fabulousity planned for the week (if fabulosity wasn't a word before, it is now). Well, aside for Tuesday, which will be spent at work.
Wednesday: The Queen of Spades at the Met.
Thursday: Fiddler on the Roof
Friday: A meeting, a new restaurant, and a club.
Reports and more will be coming throughout the week.
In the meantime, I have a New York City related question for anyone who may know the answer (or is willing to venture an educated or amused guess):
Why, oh why, does every street corner in Manhattan have a Walk/Don't Walk sign -- except for Park Avenue from 57th Street to Grand Central? I always fear that is where I will die.
Posted by Jon at March 2, 2004 02:02 AM | TrackBackmost of park ave has no crosswalk signs. it interferes with the park.
I was in Fukumatsu last night aroung 8. scary.
Posted by: IA at March 2, 2004 01:51 PMwas he attractive? hung? get me numbers!
Posted by: dennis at March 3, 2004 06:32 PMwhile running errands a few days ago i came upon 38th and 5th and discovered to my horror that there were no street signs telling me where I was. I took 3 wrong turns before I finally ended up where I belonged (39th and 8th). And I've been in this city for almost 3 years now. Sigh.
Posted by: jon collins at March 10, 2004 03:28 PM