A Great Night Despite the Burg
On days when I attempt to walk down Bedford Avenue on a Saturday night I am quickly reminded of why I don’t do it more often. It sucks. Aside from the droves of drunk ass 21 year olds out in front of Spike Hill'. aside from the piles of hipsters cat-walking up and down Bedford'. aside from the bridge and tunnel crowd smoking like chimneys outside of SEA'. it is the DRIVERS that drive me crazy. They always seem like they are gunning for you as you cross the street. Now, I know how annoying it is driving in NYC and Williamsburg in particular. In fact, I am woman enough to admit that when I am driving, I get annoyed at the walkers in this hood. But, today I am a walker and a street crosser so I am here to bitch about the '˜other’.
The simple fact is that there are soooo many people in Williamsburg these days that we all become victims. There is no more room in this joint.
Today for example I was forced to yell out loud to someone who approached a corner and didn’t bother to even look in my direction. As he was old and gave me a little wave as I screamed at his car. A couple weeks ago, I had to pound on the hood of some dude’s car as he almost hit me approaching on the corner of a street. If I remember correctly, he smiled at me. Smiled at me after he almost bumped me off on the corner of Franklin and Calyer. I find that offensive.
The nicer weather sure brings out the crazies (myself included). So, tonight after walking past the Brooklyn Brewery, where a gaggle of dudes waved bottles of beer in my direction, I began what was the best night ever.
Bound for home, I stopped at UVA wines and picked up a three-dollar bottle of wine. Sure the sign said '˜no returns’'risky, I know. But I decided to take a try. I bought the cheap stuff and right outside the door I saw the next component of my perfect evening: tacos. The Endless Summer taco truck is, well, endlessly parked outside UVA on the corner of North 6th and Bedford which makes it so convenient to construct your perfect evening. Their pork tacos in particular are AMAZING and their seitan burritos are not bad either. For $2.50 a pop, they are a super steal. I rounded up a meal for about 20 and headed home. The last portion of a perfect evening is something good on TV. The perfect accompaniment to three dollar wine and Mexican food would be a movie. A movie with a little camp to it would be ideal, or something funny'. even heartbreaking would work'any of the Monty Pythons, a Steel Magnolias, even a Sordid Lives.
Note: at this point the '˜perfect evening’ no longer describes an enjoyable night for a man. I think it could be salvaged for gents, though, with a different choice of movie.
In my particular case I stumbled upon a fortuitous film: Grease. So, for the remainder of the night, I sang the soundtrack to Grease through mouthfuls of pork tacos while guzzling a respectable three-dollar wine.
Now you try it.
Photo courtesy of NY Mag.