Hellooooooooo! Today I stumbled onto an R train on the wrong line (I needed an F train) and asked a couple in confusion whether I was in the right place. For the next 20 minutes the woman tried teaching her companion (a foreigner) how to say "IS THIS THE F TRAIN. YES, THIS IS THE F TRAIN. NO, THIS IS NOT THE R TRAIN. NO, THIS IS NOT THE 2 TRAIN." and the man giggled and fell all over the woman trying to pronounce these words and then they got off at W 4th and probably had sex and a bottle of wine, or something.

Let's see how many pictures of roads at night I can take without getting sick of myself.

On Sunday Neha and I went to Govenor's Island for the Jazz Age Lawn Party. Most people confused the 20s with the 50s or didn't dress up at all.

Actually Neha just slept off her hangover for a few hours while I read Kafka on the Shore and slowly melted under the 95 degree heat.
There was no ice cream at this event. :(

- Sarah