Saturday night in NYC
Going out on a Saturday night feels like punishment - surrounded by NYU students, the bridge and tunnel crew, fratboy traders and other nine-to-fivers, bad dates, etc. Who wants to share the bar/restaurant/sidewalk with that? Plus, the subway only runs once an hour (and it's skipping your stop).
On the other hand, staying in on a Saturday night feels like punishment. Like you're the last human on earth without friends, like you're under house arrest, like you're fifteen and grounded. Four hours of watching bad tv and reading failblog (cuz god knows you're not going to get any work done - it's Saturday, ffs!).
The only solution is to go to someone else's house and drink their booze and eat their food. And perhaps settle the Kant vs. Hegel debate with finger puppets.
5 comments:
Which puppet won?
I used to find it against any sense of reason to be at home alone on a Friday or Saturday night. You only get two weekend nights a week and I'd be damned if I was going to spend them doing what I did on week nights. The entire world was out having fun and you were missing it!
Soon after this picture was taken, Kant and Hegel both turned on Karl.
You're the best, M. This is my semi-annual reminder. Carl (not Karl, who wins by historical default - well, and then loses)
It's always nice to hear from you, Carl. I talk your book up a lot, btw.
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