The bright lights aren’t supposed to be red & white
The best part of this Friday evening’s 7th Ave undergrad migration pattern? The students standing under a meager tree in a decent rainstorm, expecting to be let back in to the house-party where a fellow student fell through a window. I’m sure once the ambulance leaves with said student, the attendant cops will hold the door for the party-goers to come back in and resume their revelry.
The two I just talked with on the curb seemed to think it’s minutes away. They didn’t want to come stand on my porch out of the rain. I complimented them on their sobriety at this point in the evening.
Notable but unrelated: when did cut-off-finger black driving gloves come back into fashion? Why not the lace ones? Who decides these things?
