I'm no dancer, but...
The good thing about being tipsy in the East Village is that you don't feel out of place.
One woman praised my apparently entertaining yet fruitless dance to hail the cab she got off of, and another one, after almost colliding with my stumbling path, turned around, smiled, and said, "Thanks for the dance!"
Whoever said New Yorkers are rude was probably...sober.
One woman praised my apparently entertaining yet fruitless dance to hail the cab she got off of, and another one, after almost colliding with my stumbling path, turned around, smiled, and said, "Thanks for the dance!"
Whoever said New Yorkers are rude was probably...sober.