This is from a pretty fun night a couple weekends ago, and all photos below are stolen from Chris, you know, the John Mayer fan.
Because Chris and I were running late and walked into our subway stop just as the train was pulling away, we hailed a cab. What we flagged down was essentially the 7 series of New York cabs: a brand new SUV cab fitted for handicapped people, which meant for us awesome leg room. And a couple blocks before it dropped us off at our bar, another cabbie notified ours that he had his emergency lights on, which basically made us feel like minor VIPs what with our luxurious legroom and emergency lights.
Also, I'm really glad more and more cabs take credit/debit cards now. It's about time. And while I know a lot of cab drivers are against it (who doesn't prefer upfront cash?), they need to embrace it as it's an inevitable part of our technological progress. And also, maybe it's me, but I've found myself now tipping a bit more as well in part to offset the delay the drivers see in contrast to cold hard cash tips.
We met up with Chris's friends at Shebeen where a Breakfast at Tiffany's theme party was going on...and we were both in agreement that it was pretty awesome. Then we walked to the Merc Bar. Here I'm uh, pretending to reach for my pretend fruity drink instead of my uh, whiskey. This fruity drink, "the Clementine" is hypothetically quite delicious.
Mike and his girlfriend and birthday girl Tori. Happy birthday Tori!!!
Mike and Chris deep in conversation.
Haha. Tori is stoked about turning 20 something.
This picture is titled "Life is beautiful." I love it. Haha. Anyway: Tori's sister Sandra, Tori, and Mike!
Mike and the girls left and Chris and I elected to chill out at the bar for a bit longer. Funny stuff happened and then we left.
Chris and I walk into the subway platform just as the train pulls up. Sweet!!! When this happens late at night it is the equivalent of winning a $50 scratch off lotto ticket. Chris swipes his metrocard, and then I follow. Bam! I try to walk through, except the turnstile refuses to budge. I look at the display and see this:
Doh! Story of my life!! My monthly metrocard expired that night! Waiting another 30 minutes for the next train versus taking a cab, pay $15 bucks and be home in 20 minutes. "Fuck it. Lets take a cab. I got it."