Instead of being lame like I usually am--wherein I say I'll go out and then 9pm approaches and passes and I get too lazy to leave--I really, really, really meant to go to this party. I got dressed up. I put on makeup. I even combed my hair, people--okay, with my fingers, but still! I put on perfume, for christsake. I went in the subway, caught the G to Fulton St., got out, walked to Atlantic. Went back in the subway and went down to the M/R platform ... And then proceeded to wait for FOURTY-FIVE MINUTES, while 3 Ds and 4 Ns went by, none of which helped me go to Park Slope.
I had left a little late, and all that transferring and walking took a while, so it was already stretching to be a later night than I intended, so I waited, and waited, and then finally gave the train fifteen more minutes to show. At the stroke of fifteen, that was it, I was going home.
The stroke came and left, and so did I.
I know. LAME. I could have caught a cab, but honestly at that point I was not in a party-going mood. And you can't convince me out of a mood. But seriously, how can it be that hard to go under two miles?!
2 comments:
Darn MTA!! This is why it took us freaking 3 hours to get back to your place, when we were already on the lower east side of Manhattan. Ri-donk-ulous. They get an F right now for efficiently redirecting transporation.
oh well...at least you tried to get out of the house. that counts!
I haven't been to this blog in a while, when did you move to Clinton Hill, Brooklyn? You were in the Bay last time I was here. I live in Clinton Hill too.
And yeah, taking the subway to go from Clinton Hill to Park Slope is ridiculous considering how short the distance is. Train to bus or bus to train is the best way to go.
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