carla showed up after andrew's set, & was angry with him for some reason i never figured out. which is fine, since jenny & i were planning on leaving at 11:30, because the L train stopped working at 12:01, or so the signs said. of course, while we waited for the L, a yellow cleaning train-dragon came by & shouted at us "no more trains!" leaving us fucking stranded in williamsburg. while we debated our next move, we met "elizabeth," who guided us to the J & M trains. whats with me & playing raider of the lost subways lately? anyhow, we took the J, did a little dance, made a little love, got down tonight, & finally ended up getting home at 1:50 am. thanks mta for a big fucking cow-pie! it was steaming! oh, & don't let me forget the part where the M train rode on the Q track & we ended up having to walk home from the 7th ave. stop. steaming, i'm telling you.
but i had fun. as much as i hate williamsburg, i had been really wanting to see andrew play. & roller skating totally ameliorated the lameness of the hood. also, we did get to see the cops totally ignore people gesturing for their help as some other dude got mugged or whatever (except the dude who looked like he was punching him in the face went home with him? domestic, i guess). also along the way was the most annoying driver ever, who kept repeating herself even though we all kept telling her we didn't know where the fuck bogart street was. she then sweared at us. during the long walk to the J M i also had a small flask of vodka which jenny so thoughtfully provided. & my new issue of dragon magazine to read on the train! so i'm not complaining so much.