What I'm Not Doing Tonight
One of my favorite anecdotes about life in New York City is that my once and future residence of NYU Law's Mercer Street dorm is on the same block as a club that I had no idea even existed the first month I was there. It's a club with "a more underground nature" as the New York Times put it, where a "dim staircase descends into a brick-vaulted basement." That's right, if you check out their article before the dread cloud of TimesSelect takes hold, you can read about how the club at Broadway and Bleecker is now a Strokes/Drew Barrymore-spotted gay bar. That's right, if I win another dance-off there, this time it probably won't be against a girl. (Let's note that I did it on a messed-up knee too: when you got it, you got it.) But how weird is it that the New York Times is writing about a place that's right nearby?