New York on New Year's Eve seems pre-apocalyptic. We weren't going to go to Times Square because we didn't want to be stuck in hordes of people, then forcibly separated from our fellow TASPers in the mass of humanity. That would've been terrible.
(So when we were in Chinatown, I told the sleazy guy who was talking to me that we probably wouldn't go up to Times Square. He invited us to a party, and I said, "Um, sorryIthinkwe'regoingtoBrooklyninstead." He seemed kind of disappointed, since I had to let him down twice. Since he asked twice.)
But when we got to the subway, we decided to take a side trip up to Times Square. Just to see.
We expected the subway stop and all the streets above ground to be a near-solid screaming mass of people. Instead, the platform was eerily deserted. As we walked up, we couldn't hear people. This is never the case in New York, guys. Never.
The first thing we saw was the side of a building with a picture of a green and black wasteland, deserted save for the words "Some Thing Has Found Us."
It was quiet, and the sidewalks were empty. We reached the street, and we could finally see the crowds. They were in pens. The police had constructed barriers out of metal frames, and the people were crammed as tightly as possible into these corrals, and they weren't speaking. Since there were no cars, and all the stores were closed, the whole scene was creepy.
Creepy like the whole world was about to end, guys. Creepy like very soon, giant robots would come and step on everyone, smashing them. Maybe twenty other people were walking on the sidewalks like we were, and thousands were penned in. And the police were everywhere, but they didn't stop us. It was about ten at night. We went back to the subway and up again at another exit. Everyone was just standing around, waiting. Then from the crowds rose a collective shout. We couldn't see a reason for it, but the multitude spontaneously decided to scream. Police started yelling at us to move, so we went to Brooklyn instead.
Happy New Year, guys.
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Creepy guys...this scares me...it seems like an odd pattern. but regardless...happy new year...to anyone who reads this post...and...i was with you taspers in ny in spirit...as in...hmm...spiritual...oh damn school starts tommorow...damn...damn...damn...damn...
"It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in posession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife." heheheheha.
jane austen, i love you, will you marry me? hahah...sorry about this post...but seriously, if you know jane austen's number (or gravesite for that matter) please tell me. have a happy and healthy new year...good night...sounding off...
Some Kafkaesque collective dream, no doubt.
ADDENDUM
Oh, and Brian: Winchester Cathedral.
Brian, you can't marry Jane Austen because you have to marry Emily and me. I don't know if we told you yet.
He knows we're getting married. Whether the message was delivered by cupcake is another matter entirely. I don't remember who ate "Marry Me."
If not, we can all just cohabitate.
Can we all just cohabitate? I don't like this exclusive "Brian, Emily, Laura" cohabitation. Let's all live in a tent. In Patagonia. Or Colorado, it's just about as desolate. And we could have sheep and spin wool and we could knit sweaters and it would be awesome!
Oh, Dylan was going to come too. I know we told him at some point.
But maybe you're right. Except for the tent part. Even if it's a glorified tent. Let's live in huts instead. Patagonian huts, because Colorado is cold.
I think it was Dylan's idea to begin with, I just adopted it. And yes, I think he wanted huts too. But we could live in tents. When my dad used to spend the summers shepherding, he had a tent with a wood stove in it, so it is possible to have a pretty awesome tent with accessories and everything.
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