The only thing more expensive than New York City is repairing my car so it passes inspection

New York City is the city that never sleeps. Which means we get along famously, because I suck at sleeping too. Quite probably, the only difference between New York and I is that I can be done (visited) for less than $100 a night.

I was down there last weekend for a joint birthday party for my college friends. And if you are wondering, YES, two guys threw a joint birthday party for themselves. A little fruity, sure, but if you have taken a recent look at the abundance of pastel objects hanging in Chad's closet, your query can be laid to rest. . .

Actually, Chad is quite straight. So too is how my friends and I drank the off-tasting Southern Comfort on Saturday evening.

Two things amaze me everytime I go to New York:
1) The number of people who own and use Roller Blades.
2) The dating scene. We all remember college- You go out, everyone lives within a reasonable distance of the party or bar, and when you meet someone on a romantic* level you tread about 200 yards to the closest persons dorm/apartment/house and make out. Hook ups are so easily facilitated by habitational proximity in College... Add a few million more people, more money, fancier clothes, apartments without pee-stained couches or Bob Marley posters into the equation and what you get is New York City. In closing, NYC is a glorified co-ed summer camp for adults.

* in no way do I suggest that romantic encounters were the norm. It was typically two people who were coherent enough to stand, yet wishy washy enough to misplace 3 or 4 of their functioning motor skills.