People say that they love it. That it's the greatest city in the world. But I don't see it. All I see is a bunch of circus freaks, future psychiatric ward occupants, and drunken ass clowns. The Big Apple? More like the Big Ahgetmeoutofhere.
The perfect examples of what I'm talking about occured last night as I walking around mid town with Russell. We started at Penn Station which was basically turned into the World's largest tailgate party as thousands of college students from Georgetown and Syracuse invaded Madison Square Garden for the Big East Championship Tournament. There was a tent set up across the street from the Garden with 9 kegs just hanging out on the sidewalk. A sea of humanity filled the streets for blocks and blocks around MSG. It was like Times Square on New Year's Eve.
From there we took the subway to the East Side where a woman standing near us was wearing a shower curtain as a coat. She was also wearing sunglasses to cover up the fact that she had two different colored eyes. She was checking out Russell and eventually started talking to him asking him if he was from Los Angeles. So weird. As soon as we got off the subway, of course at the same stop as her, we ran in the other direction.
We then hung out outside a bar when a guy dressed as the pope walked down the street waving to passerbys. The homeless guy standing a few feet away from us who previously had been talking to himself even ripped on the guy saying that he should go back to the Vatican. Only in New York can the crazy homeless guy seem sane. All that and it wasn't even 10 pm yet.
We wound up hanging out for the rest of the night in the VIP section of a hip hop bar for Whitney's birthday. A perfect ending to one of the most random nights I've ever been a part of. Thanks for the memories Freaks.
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