Adventures in Subway Life

Sometimes I forget New York isn't the center of the world. For example, sometimes when I Google things, I forget to add the "New York" part to my search. I'll type "movie theaters" and then get angry when the first hit is for a cinema in Minneapolis.

I had this experience last night. I left a friends birthday party around 2 and managed to arrive at my apartment at 4:30... TWO and a HALF hours later. Somewhere between Roosevelt and 75th Ave, someone jumped in front of an F train. For an hour and a half, re-reading an old issue of New York magazine and listening to the same Rhett Miller album on my iPod, I stood, teeter tottering on my high-heels. I finally decided I had enough and teeter tottered out of the subway and onto the streets of Jackson Heights.

This is where it gets annoying.

First, there were no cabs. Not only were there no cabs, there were no PEOPLE. And not only were there no people, there were no BODEGAS. Or STREET SIGNS! This isn't supposed to happen. I'm supposed to live in a city where I can do anything at anytime. You can do the flying trapeze over the Hudson River and then scale the New York Times building before getting cocktails at 1Oak (is 1Oak still cool?)

Eventually, I found a cab after teetering tottering around and frantically refreshing the GPS locator button on my phone. Ironically while driving home, I passed Wiggles again.

The nice thing about getting stranded on the subway until 4:30 AM is that when you get home, Post Secret is up! I've been reading Post Secret for years and it is a huge part of my weekend life. My Sunday's are spent reading Post Secret and the paper.

This was written on a postcard from a restaurant whose branding I worked on and was designed by my good friend Minou. I thought it was really special: