Weekend Weirdness

Saturday

Staten Island Ferry: As I occasionally do, I made a note on twitter about a terrible t-shirt I saw: "In <3 with a stripper" worn by a large man with his kid. The stripper he is in <3 with should probably take some interest in making sure he doesn't leave the house looking like that.

Williamsburg, Brooklyn: I had the extreme pleasure of seeing a bunch of people who were clearly in their mid to late 20's exit a STRETCH HUMMER (because a regular Hummer isn't ugly enough) in what looked to be either prom attire or a poorly planned wedding. They looked like the type of people who would be more at home in Midtown, so they weren't hipsters being ironic. In the brief moments these people were in my life, they also seemed to have the faux-Sopranos talk down pat. Am I mean for hoping that they all got back into the Hummer at the end of the night and sank into the river? Any river, I'm not too particular.

Sunday

Manhattan: I almost became violently ill because there were too too many HUGE girls wearing very tiny shirts. Let's just say, "double muffin top" is now a term that exists in my head. Basically, there is a muffin top, followed by a second muffin top a little higher up, followed by my breakfast forcing it's way back up.