Complain all you like about the rents, the traffic, or the dirty air - there is a reason why people from all around the world flock to this place. On an unplanned Friday night, this is what happens:
7 pm: Yankee game. Friend of a friend has tickets to the subway series game. I hate interleague play as a concept, but if it has to happen, Mets v. Yankees is a worthwhile justification.
10 pm: Random small Morningside Heights bar. Find friends from elementary school are in one corner, summer associates from another firm in another corner. One knows the MC for a karaoke night downtown, promises a spot in the lineup without a wait.
12 am: Highly underrated SNL castmember Horatio Sanz is at the bar. He's big enough (in more ways than one) to recognize him, but sufficiently unknown to not have an entourage.
1 am: Horatio sings "Toxic," does well enough to get everyone on the dance floor. Pat him on the back. You're too cool to be an annoying fan who recites his favorite lines.
1:15 am: Everyone is ready for your signature jam. Mask bad vocal skills with enough acting to "sell" the song.
2:30 am: The cabbie on the way home is playing New Order. WKTU redeems itself in a clutch moment, unlike the Yankees.
3 am: Blog about it.
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Hey Daniel, what's up
well played