satan!

why is it that of all the cars on all the queens-bound f/v trains in the entire 10:00 am hour, i keep running into the crazy-jamaican-man-who-screams-about-satan? i mean, three times in the last month. ridiculous.

things got better this morning, however, when i ran into this man in the lobby. even cuter in person!

last night was good times. listening to overpriced summerstage shows in the park for free is, um, totally worth it. kate moss and i hit a likka store beforehand, picked up some mixers (coke zero for me--not bad!--and ginger ale for her) and bottles of our favorite likkas (bacardi for me and whiskey for her). by the time the show was over, i was tipsy as all get out. the best part? i walked home, down fifth avenue, still sipping on my rum & coke, disguised as a coke zero in a plastic bottle. i tell you, there's nothing like listening to abba's "lay all your love on me" and "voulez vous" while drunk and dodging tourists in midtown.

oh, and though i don't usually like encores, i made an exception when death cab and the decemberists came back out and played fleetwood mac's "go your own way". it wasn't "rhiannon," a.c., but close!

tonight brings more drinking (sheesh!) with the cutie coworker at a dive bar in the l.e.s.

fuck, or is it on the l.e.s.?