Crybaby Time

Life has been wonderfully busy lately and filled with good things like lollipops and rainbows. I'm also getting used to a new phone with a new camera, so hopefully the next few subway graffiti photos I post will be gorgeous. :)

Unfortunately, I didn't get an awesome new iPhone, but I did get a phone that has a whole darn keyboard on it. Unfortunately, the damn thing can't simply tell me when and where a movie is playing, like my last, less fancy phone, could. Ah well. You make concessions.

I just had to comment, though, on the fact that I am, for the first time in my life, actually PROUD to be an American. Tuesday night, I was out among hoards of other screaming, crying, proud Americans, who lit fireworks in the street and woo-hooed out their windows at the top of their lungs. New York City partied like it was 1999--work tomorrow be damned. And I woke up and floated through the day feeling like the night before I had just met and hooked up with the person I was going to marry.

St Patrick's Day 2008, NYC

I was surprised how much people dressed up and how Mardi Gras-like St. Patrick's Day was in Times Square. I mean, I've lived in NY for 7 years and never really noticed. I guess that's because I avoid Times Square, though I've worked near it over half the time I've been employed here.

But here's something you'll NEVER see in New Orleans: revelers waiting outside to have fun by getting inside. They look morose. In NOLA, those bitches would at least have beer while they're standing on the sidewalk.



And this was what it was like in one of the bars on "Irish Alley" or whatever they call it. Pogues aplenty. (Did you hear Shane McGowan is back touring with them? He's the perfection of drunkenness, bless him.)