It was a good thing I brought my swimsuit to New York. Just before we left, I was like “what do you mean they don’t have a pool at the hotel?! What do you mean we’re not going to go to the beach?!” But I brought it, just in case, and I tried to convince people that we should go to Coney Island. We’ll we didn’t make it to any body of water, but because my swimming suit is so cute, I did decide to wear it to the theater one night with some pink pants and my mom’s white long sleeve cotton shirt/jacket. It was a good thing.
After the show, we went to the subway and found out they were flooded and no trains were running! Then we waited for the bus (we had just missed our bus and the next one that came was completely full so we just got on the one after that even though it had a different route that the one we wanted and would drop us 6 blocks away from our hotel instead of right in front of it.) By the time we got to about 75th street in our short ride uptown on a crowded bus, the rain commenced. It came down in sheets. There was nothing we could do but get off the bus and run to the hotel as fast as we could in the pouring rain. After about one block, we were completely drenched. We might as well have jumped in the Hudson River, we were that wet. Good thing I was wearing my swimsuit. 
“Step on a steam train. Step out in the driving rain… she’s running to stand still.” -U2
“New York teaches you to live life moment to moment and street by street and beat to beat. Because we’ve all played that street game in New York, haven’t we? Yes we have. Good block. Bad block. Ooooh. Good block. Bad block. OoooOoooh. Gun block. Crack block. OoooOoooh. Asbestos block. Poodle block! Poodle block!” – Dennis Leary, No Cure for Cancer
Enough said
Comment by Jason McIntosh — August 23, 2005 @ 9:57 am