A few of us were going to go out to dinner tonight but we’ve been pre-empted by a horrible stomach virus which has attacked Ace, Anthony and Jenn. They’ve all been felled, and so we’ll attempt to have dinner together tomorrow night instead.
So Dutch Anne is meeting me at my office in 30 minutes and then we’ll head to Jersey for the night. Denis stays in NYC for a couple hours, enjoying his company’s attempt at festive holiday cheer.
I talked with Mare-Bear briefly about the upcoming NYC transit strike and she informed me that since she lives in Queens she won’t be able to come into work since BOTH the subway and the buses will be unavailable. She would drive, but doesn’t know 3 other people that work in the city near her that would need a lift.
I’m so jealous. I’m in NJ and my bus will head in to Port Authority as regularly scheduled. But then instead of enjoying my M27 to my office I’ll have to WALK. That’s so unacceptable.
So Mayor Bloomberg, please give them what they want. I’m anti-pedestrian.