Two saxophonists and an impromptu improv on the subway.
How did three of my favorite things (saxophone, Michael Jackson, and improv) combine with two of my least favorite things (the subway and buskers) to give me the most ridiculous smile on my face right now? And they were really jamming too, not some basic “Mary Had a Little Lamb” business. Two strangers just laid it out to “Billy Jean” and I am not mad at all.
Would it be weird of me to carry my saxophone with me everywhere now, so I can hopefully find myself in this situation? Y’all, if I stumble upon somebody playing Whitney “I’m Your Baby Tonight” it’s a wrap. We might even get married after.
Many of you have taken to social media this week to voice your grave concern over a little-known liquor law. The Hospitality Alliance would like to remind us — and restaurateurs — that bottomless brunch is in fact illegal in the state of New York.
I love going places, but I haaaaaate traveling. I can’t do this.
Why is this so hard? It’s 2014, and unless you have bags of money enabling you to travel VIP or privately, something about your journey is going to suck a fat one and there’s nothing you can do about it. Case in point — I’m still sitting in JFK right now and my flight was supposed to take off half an hour ago.
Nice MTA Lady Announcer Voice: ”Due to inclement weather, train platforms may be slippery. And also, FUCK YOUR COMMUTE. This train will now move slower than the Underground Railroad. Happy Black History Month.”
I ignored the New York Times story about Vanessa Csordas-Jenkins because it was all over the Internet and everyone was already saying what I wanted to say. If you want quiet, don’t live in a city. If you don’t like the subway, don’t live in NYC. If you can’t live with people, jump off the face of the Earth.