Saturday Waits

About 90% of last weekend was inadvertently spent in Bushwick. This wasn't so bad since two of my favorite people live in a bomb shelter of an apartment and, best of all, that neighborhood is so deserted that nobody cares when you scream through the streets at four in the morning. Friday was a small dance party at the unmarked Syrup Room and Saturday, after the Whiskey Ward, there was a rave-esque event at the Third Ward which, were we not so drugless, could have been better. Back on the island, we spent Sunday night at the Film Forum, watching 2 or 3 Things I Know About Her (perfect).