The Vanity of an Ancient King

So I find out that even on Saturdays, the trains into NYC stop running every 30 minutes, and run once an hour, past 7pm. This delayed my arrival into midtown to see Snakes on a Plane with naylandblake, badfaggot. As Nayland put it, anyone who says it wasn't good IS LYING! So much fun was had. For those who are concerned, there is nothing at all scary about this film. It's goofy, campy, it's everything you want about muthafucking snakes on a muthafucking plane.

After the film, Nayland and I were a bit peckish, so the three of us stopped off at Burritoville for some pre-alcohol chow, then walked up to the 9th Avenue Saloon for their Rubber night. badfaggotwas stunning in his Venture Bros-meets-2001-meets-Godzilla blue speedsuit and gasmask. I was only able to stay for about half an hour, but did manage to see rogueboi and his hubbie before catching the last train back to Greenwich.

The last train, aka the Drunk Tank is something I try to avoid. Many loud, drunk, wilted, suburbanite teens and post-teens getting the fuck outta Dodge. The TD wasn't so bad last night, and the head car was pretty empty. So empty I drifted off to sleep, only to wake up in Cos Cob, one stop *after* Greenwich. It was raining.

So I walked from the Cos Cob station, to my car located in Greenwich Station, in leather pants, my ubiquitous LL Bean backpack, and my Triumph T-shirt. In the rain. It's only about 3 miles, but it seemed like an eternity. I finally get into the car with a squish, and drove home. I peeled myself out of my leathers, and hopped into bed.

A fantastic evening, despite the rain. Thanks everyone!