Snow White: Wasted

But she was fabulous. At 12:45 am, I finally arrived at Snow White's post-Halloween party. I was quite late since I attended my semi-regular geriatric soiree in Washington Heights (though I did have a pleasant conversation with a 25-year detective turned nurse). Because I felt guilty not attending Chris' birthday party this year, when I said I would, I forced myself to go. The party was enjoyable, as I met some total strangers who were cool enough to want to talk to me. I even met uberchick again, who finally impressed upon me that there are so-called "Manhattan snobs" out there: "Oh, I wouldn't be caught dead in one of the outer boroughs!" Really? That drew a gasp, not only from me, but fun to hear. Spanish Harlem is probably an outer borough to some guys. It was very interesting to interact with different kinds of people however briefly. I should do this more often, and hopefully get better at it.

While waiting for the 6 train at Union Square, I chanced upon Mr. Headless.