Back on the train again

The transit strike is over. Thank god. There are only two (inevitable) things associated with a NY lifestyle that make me want to harf: the smell of piss...and riding the train with an immense hangover. This morning, I had to deal with the latter.

Yesterday, I arrived at my apartment at about 3:30 p.m., took a disco nap, met the boy for some Chinese fried chicken wings, and then headed to meet some of his friends at Black and White. Our trivia team (William Shatner's Toupee) kicked Jack Osbourne's trivia team's ass, by the way. First place! It was a big day for yet more D-list celeb spotting, aside from the fact that Osbourne was hanging out playing trivia at the same bar with us all last night, Bob Costas was on my plane from St. Louis to NY yesterday. He, however, was enjoying first class while I was dealing with a shitload of infants, toddlers, and other snotty, drooling little people in ghetto coach. Seriously, I've seen and (had my fill of) so many children in the last week to last me an entire year.

So I arrived at work today to find the streets of midtown empty. And my office too quiet to concentrate. Time to surf the interweb I guess.