Another Lower East Side extravaganza. . .

Mad dash to catch the shuttle to Franklin Avenue. Luckily the conductor saw me and let me in. Otherwise I would have just had to stand there and watch the shuttle drive away and wait another 15 mins or so for the next (hey, do I make fun of your small victories? Ok then, so stop it).

The A train is the only thing running this weekend so I hop on and everything is fine. Until I saw that we are passing stops that I have never passed before (where the fuck is Delancey Street. . .??) Jumped out at a familiar sounding stop and decided the only way to really know where I was was to break ground. Surfaced in a very familiar spot so I wasn't off by much, almost exactly where I wanted to be just higher up.

Now I'll tell you, walking sucks, it really does sometimes. Anyway I was trying to find a bunch of sneaker boutiques and managed to find a bout 4 out of the 5 on my list so it was a good day. Got me a pair of Nike SB Blazer's, A t-shirt and a shirt from Triple 5 Soul. A nice case for my Mac at the Mac store and some computer cleaner. So with my feet aching and that gallon-o-grapefruit juice preparing to jump me I made my way home. . .
More pics for you to gawk at. . .


I didn't know if she could have danced by Arab standards but she wasn't doing much for me.






Can't remember what they were singing but they were really really good.