tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83152218458507122412024-03-14T06:00:31.043-04:00Thoughts On a SubwaySubway Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664924638273229977noreply@blogger.comBlogger104125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315221845850712241.post-26391310716750099792008-11-20T22:29:00.003-05:002008-11-20T22:44:13.081-05:00VERY Exciting News!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufcA-97_u5E/SSYt_WWtkcI/AAAAAAAAALc/apm4m0aG8RA/s1600-h/champagne.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufcA-97_u5E/SSYt_WWtkcI/AAAAAAAAALc/apm4m0aG8RA/s400/champagne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270950980239593922" border="0"></a><br />Hi, everyone! Happy (almost) Friday!! Is it just me, or has this week felt strange to anyone? I can't quite put my finger on it, but something was just <span style="font-style: italic;">off</span> this week. I've stopped caring to try and figure it out though, and right now I'm just focusing on the weekend. <br /><br />That said, I have some <span style="font-style: italic;">very</span> exciting news!! You ready? Ok, are you sitting down? . . . <br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />SUBWAY GAL IS MOVING!!!<br /><br />YES! You heard correctly. "Thoughts On a Subway" is moving to a new and improved home! Ya see, I've joined a new blog featuring a group of four other fabulous twenty-something year-old lady bloggers like <a href="http://www.missmodelbehavior.com/">this</a> one, and <a href="http://www.nycponderings.com/">that</a> one. All of our blogs now live on separate pages on one site. Make sense?<br /><br />So by now you are probably asking yourself, "So, what does this mean to me?"<br /><br />Well, it means that you will not only have access to my blog posts, but you will also have the option to check out theirs too. Trust me, you will love it. Starting Monday, when you visit subwaygal.blogspot.com, you will be automatically re-directed to the new site. Soooooooo, make sure you update your blog rolls! I'm really excited about the new site, and eager to hear what you think too, so be sure to leave me some feedback.<br /><br />Until then . . . HAVE A HAPPY FRIDAY AND A FABULOUS WEEKEND!<br /><br /><div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/d39c7e1d-94bb-4b37-89d7-675d87415cbc/" title="Zemified by Zemanta"><img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=d39c7e1d-94bb-4b37-89d7-675d87415cbc" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"></a></div>Subway Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664924638273229977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315221845850712241.post-36471646423629241322008-11-19T10:45:00.005-05:002008-11-19T11:13:23.708-05:00MTA Plans to Make Commute Even More Awful for Commuters<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufcA-97_u5E/SSQ63Ejj3OI/AAAAAAAAALU/RnQOYSgDaAs/s1600-h/mta-typeface1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufcA-97_u5E/SSQ63Ejj3OI/AAAAAAAAALU/RnQOYSgDaAs/s200/mta-typeface1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270402181720431842" border="0"></a><br />Yesterday, I stumbled upon <a href="http://wcbstv.com/topstories/mta.subway.budget.2.867290.html">this article</a> announcing that the MTA has a budget crisis (like everyone and every company lately - Thanks, Mr. Bush!) and to help amend it, the MTA is planning to not only cut jobs, but also subway lines, thereby making the already crowded trains and slow service, even more crowded and slower. <br /><br />Ride the M, Z, G or W line? Well, your SOL because the MTA is expected to get rid of the W and Z lines, and cut service on the G and M lines. However, I'm sure you are all happy to know that this does not affect me personally, but still, it sucks.<br /><br />They haven't announced it yet, but I'm sure we will be getting another fare hike soon too - Crowded trains? Slow service? <span style="font-style: italic;">Of course</span> it makes sense to raise prices!! Sigh . . .<br /><br />An update on what exactly will be happening is expected tomorrow. Stay tuned! (and hope for the best)<br /><br />Happy Humpday!<br /><br /><div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/9fdee219-97ad-4a1d-9c6a-f5f899d5d322/" title="Zemified by Zemanta"><img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=9fdee219-97ad-4a1d-9c6a-f5f899d5d322" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"></a></div>Subway Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664924638273229977noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315221845850712241.post-87173895011129061912008-11-18T09:17:00.002-05:002008-11-18T09:22:23.438-05:00I'm Rick James, b*tch!Imagine my delight when my I was flipping through the TV stations with my boyfriend and our friend this weekend and we stumbled upon "<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0353049" title="Chappelle's Show" rel="imdb" class="zem_slink">Chappelle's Show</a>." Well, imagine my even greater delight upon realizing that it was the Rick James/Charlie Murphy episode! <br /><br />For those of you not familiar with "Chappelle's Show" (I got on the fan base a little too late too - actually, his show was long over by the time I started watching), or those who haven't seen this video, it is hands-down one of the funniest things you will ever see. Unfortunately, I couldn't find the whole episode, but I was able to find this hysterical scene. <br /><br />Happy Tuesday! Enjoy!<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mKT3-FdOLYM&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mKT3-FdOLYM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/863812cf-f4bf-44f7-bd2c-88faf708213f/" title="Zemified by Zemanta"><img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=863812cf-f4bf-44f7-bd2c-88faf708213f" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"></a></div>Subway Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664924638273229977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315221845850712241.post-64553033838325904402008-11-16T17:55:00.002-05:002008-11-16T18:00:38.271-05:00The polls are closed, and the results are in!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufcA-97_u5E/SSCl5R8qy1I/AAAAAAAAALM/im7OmSiAdoc/s1600-h/jelly+beans.htm"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufcA-97_u5E/SSCl5R8qy1I/AAAAAAAAALM/im7OmSiAdoc/s320/jelly+beans.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269393967512472402" border="0"></a><br />Thanks to everyone who took my last poll. Not surprisingly, half of you (though, I'm not sure why not <span style="font-style: italic;">all</span> of you), would like the opportunity for personal space. Half of you also wanted a buffet breakfast on the subway. I would like that too, though I'm not sure I could ever really trust food cooked on the subway, where homeless people sleep. <br /><br />Anyway, I've posted a new poll, so please take it!<br /><br />In other news, I'm pretty sure I have an online shopping addiction. In the past 48 hours I have made purchases on <a href="http://www.victoriassecret.com/" title="Victoria's Secret" rel="homepage" class="zem_slink">Victoria's Secret</a>'s site, some online bookstore site so I could buy a new college sweatshirt, and ohnuts.com because I'm addicted to gourmet jelly beans.<br /><br /><div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/68ccd0ab-0218-414d-b7ee-6408304662d0/" title="Zemified by Zemanta"><img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=68ccd0ab-0218-414d-b7ee-6408304662d0" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"></a></div>Subway Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664924638273229977noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315221845850712241.post-20588862290934503552008-11-16T17:29:00.005-05:002008-11-16T18:07:53.876-05:00A night at BarcadiaLast night, my boyfriend and I went out with some of his friends to celebrate one of his college friend's birthdays at a place in Brooklyn called Barcadia. The way my boyfriend described this place I expected to be in a casino-like place lined with video games and waiters taking your drink order. Well, imagine my surprise when instead I was surrounded by boys wearing beanies, and shirts that are small and faded, and skinny jeans that were tighter than <span style="font-style: italic;">my</span> skinny jeans. It was a mix of your average nerds, hippies and skaters. As you might imagine, I was very much out of my element. What's worse, there was one, sometimes two, bartenders, which made getting a drink nearly impossible. In fact, every time I tried to order a drink, it seemed like the bartender was serving everyone <span style="font-style: italic;">except</span> me. When I finally was able to get the bartender's attention, I ordered a white zinfandel. "A zinfan who?," the bartender asked. "What kind of white wine do you have?," I asked. "Chardonnay, and, uhhhh," he began. "Chardonnay! A chardonnay is fine," I said. But as it turns out, the chardonnay was not fine. It tasted like rubbing alcohol. This place was supposedly known for its beer, so I ditched the chardonnay and ordered a Raspberry stout, expecting a light, sweet beer. What I got was vomit-inducing. The beer was dark and disgusting. I tried to give the beer to several others, but they all had one sip and passed. So I ditched that beer and got a merlot. That merlot also tasted like rubbing alcohol. At this point we ditched the bar and walked to the diner where I just had coffee.<br /><br />How was <span style="font-style: italic;">your</span> weekend?<br /><br /><div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/c146ed49-d304-47a3-b547-d281577c2103/" title="Zemified by Zemanta"><img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=c146ed49-d304-47a3-b547-d281577c2103" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"></a></div>Subway Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664924638273229977noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315221845850712241.post-80407031506609348282008-11-12T22:20:00.002-05:002008-11-12T22:22:30.046-05:00My new Obsession<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufcA-97_u5E/SRudZ8y7qkI/AAAAAAAAALE/8Eo7IuosTxY/s1600-h/kevin-mckidd.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufcA-97_u5E/SRudZ8y7qkI/AAAAAAAAALE/8Eo7IuosTxY/s400/kevin-mckidd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267977258281970242" /></a><br />Kevin McKidd. New doc on <span style="font-style:italic;">Grey's Anatomy</span>. And my new obsession. What can I say, I have a thing for red heads ;)Subway Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664924638273229977noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315221845850712241.post-91935915393347551512008-11-10T22:01:00.005-05:002008-11-10T22:09:56.673-05:00The best parts of the day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufcA-97_u5E/SRj3c_8h5GI/AAAAAAAAAK8/oAe5egEbMEU/s1600-h/anxiety_1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 167px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufcA-97_u5E/SRj3c_8h5GI/AAAAAAAAAK8/oAe5egEbMEU/s200/anxiety_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267231841783506018" /></a><br />Today I realized that my favorite part of the weekday, aside from finally coming home at the end of it and seeing boyfriend and my super-cute kitties, is the 35 minutes I have to myself to read in the morning on my way in to work on the subway, in a <span style="font-style: italic;">seat</span> because I'm one of the first stops, and the 35 minutes I have to myself to read on the ride home. I find this realization a bit sad. Call me crazy, but is the rest of my day so awful that the best part of it is <span style="font-style: italic;">reading</span>. By <span style="font-style: italic;">myself</span>? Work isn't awful, it's just that I'm filled with anxiety throughout most of it, especially today. I was afraid of going into cardiac arrest all day. Is this not normal? Someone tell me they know what I mean and that this has happened to you before? Ok, so maybe I'm a little crazy, but what do you think the best and worst parts of the day are??<br /><br /><div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/7b86595d-626e-48cf-90af-199e266e36ec/" title="Zemified by Zemanta"><img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=7b86595d-626e-48cf-90af-199e266e36ec" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"></a></div>Subway Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664924638273229977noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315221845850712241.post-20183708857560422032008-11-09T21:31:00.002-05:002008-11-09T21:51:16.001-05:00The results are in!!<span style="font-style: italic;">The votes have all been tallied, and survey says . . . </span><br /><br />50 percent of you would like to see prostitutes on the subways. You sick f*cks! What is wrong with you?? Haven't you thought of the children that ride the subway? THE CHILDREN! Has anybody thought of the children???<br /><br />Anyway, this "improvement" to the subways was followed closely by faster and cleaner service, which was not surprising. What was surprising however, was that 25 percent of you would like to hear "The Best of <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000541" title="Bette Midler" rel="imdb" class="zem_slink">Bette Midler</a>" playing in the background in the subway cars. I'm not quite sure I understand this one. Don't get me wrong, I love love <span style="font-style: italic;">love</span> "Wind Beneath My Wings" and all because it reminds me of "Beaches," which is a <span style="font-style: italic;">great</span> movie, but there isn't much more I love of hers besides that song.<br /><br />Anyway, I'm posting a new poll, so make sure you take it and force all your friends to take it too! ;)<br /><br /><div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/cb60de7a-a291-4117-8c71-0897defb9d05/" title="Zemified by Zemanta"><img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=cb60de7a-a291-4117-8c71-0897defb9d05" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"></a></div>Subway Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664924638273229977noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315221845850712241.post-77672819201587267132008-11-07T13:18:00.004-05:002008-11-07T13:26:42.741-05:00Happy Friday!Happy Friday, everyone! I feel like the week flew by, which is probably due to all the excitement over the election. I don't really care how it happened; I'm just glad that it did and now we can prepare for the weekend!! And, to make things even better, I had a pretty drama-free subway commute to and from work this week. There was almost an incident on the subway this morning when the girl seated next to me kept bumping into me and invading what little personal space I had when the train stopped or started. But, it was early, I was sedated, and so I kept my cool. Progress? I certainly think so.<br /><br />I'm going to see "<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1007028" title="Zack and Miri Make a Porno" rel="imdb" class="zem_slink">Zack and Miri Make a Porno</a>" tonight because boyfriend and I are big fans of comedies, especially ones that feature <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seth_Rogen" title="Seth Rogen" rel="wikipedia" class="zem_slink">Seth Rogen</a>. Has anyone seen this movie yet? Thoughts?<br /><br />What are your plans for the weekend?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/f91f2432-c9fe-4b04-9543-303e728f5a0e/" title="Zemified by Zemanta"><img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=f91f2432-c9fe-4b04-9543-303e728f5a0e" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"></a></div>Subway Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664924638273229977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315221845850712241.post-90119867526113539752008-11-04T23:12:00.004-05:002008-11-04T23:21:25.429-05:00It's . . .<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufcA-97_u5E/SREdcEtC1ZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2o9083jPUnI/s1600-h/obama.champion.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufcA-97_u5E/SREdcEtC1ZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2o9083jPUnI/s400/obama.champion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265021807509034386" border="0"></a><br />a beautiful daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!!!<br /><br />Obama was projected the winner of the election and MSNBC is showing shots across the country of tons of people gathering in the streets celebrating. It reminds me of New Years Eve. In fact, I keep expecting my phone to ring and for it to be my mom with her usual Happy New Years! call. Today is not New Years Eve, but today is HISTORIC. We are going to look at our grandkids' textbooks one day and be all like, "I was just a lad when the first black president was elected," because you've recently acquired a Scottish accent, and by this point there have been like 5 other black presidents since then. Anyway, this is big. HUGE. Rachel Maddow is tearing up. This is truly a beautiful day.<br /><br /><div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/060e3634-443d-4b6b-97a0-7a07938296b0/" title="Zemified by Zemanta"><img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=060e3634-443d-4b6b-97a0-7a07938296b0" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"></a></div>Subway Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664924638273229977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315221845850712241.post-84627468665597065312008-11-03T14:50:00.004-05:002008-11-03T17:18:00.021-05:00Halloween Subway Gal-Style<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufcA-97_u5E/SQ9WMdSyhOI/AAAAAAAAAKs/z2oz95TuIo8/s1600-h/halloween.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufcA-97_u5E/SQ9WMdSyhOI/AAAAAAAAAKs/z2oz95TuIo8/s320/halloween.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264521261441254626" border="0"></a><br /><br />Happy (not really) Monday!! Is everyone fully recovered from Halloween weekend and ready to get back to work?! Me neither.<br /><br />So, how was your Halloween? What did you dress up as? Call me the Halloween scrooge, but I, myself, am not much of a fan of the "holiday," but every year someone has a party, and this year was no different. I don't have the desire to go that extra mile and come up with really cool costume, so, instead, I buy, and this year my boyfriend and I were prisoners. Not very original, but I assure you we looked very good. By far, the best looking convicts I've ever seen. Not that I've seen any, except for on TV.<br /><br />On the train out to the party we were headed to on Long Island, it was dead quiet. That is, until the end of the train ride when a rather loud, and, I'm assuming, very drunk man starting talking into his cell phone and kept using different variations of the sentence, "You know I respect you and your woman." For hims look and tone of voice, I had a feeling he was involved in some type of mafia work. I was thinking of saying something rude when we got off the train until he muttered something amusing about our costumes to me and my boyfriend as we got off the train and I thought, since he is being nice, why be mean? Progressive thinking on my part? I certainly think so. <br /><br />The night was fun and we got to see our friends in their way-more exciting costumes, except for one friend of ours who simply threw on a ski mask or two and called himself a rapist, but I was exhausted and decided to take the 12:30 a.m. train home. I guess I must have been a bit more tipsy than I thought because I also got into a totally-unnecessary fight with my boyfriend where I started yelling like an escaped mental patient and even tested some of my cardio-kickboxing skills, leaving him with a black-and-blue on his thigh (sorry, boyfriend!). Some of you might be reading this in absolute horror right now, but for those of you who know me, this is typical Subway Gal behavior ;)<br /><br /><div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/e000f961-8ac4-4a4b-9de5-20bd1d950b9c/" title="Zemified by Zemanta"><img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=e000f961-8ac4-4a4b-9de5-20bd1d950b9c" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"></a></div>Subway Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664924638273229977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315221845850712241.post-39213259461424628702008-10-30T10:29:00.003-04:002008-10-30T10:38:14.492-04:00A Not-So-Hott Mess<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufcA-97_u5E/SQnFeZOSxjI/AAAAAAAAAKc/IBYeXmRLpnk/s1600-h/tranny_hot_mess_project_runway.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufcA-97_u5E/SQnFeZOSxjI/AAAAAAAAAKc/IBYeXmRLpnk/s320/tranny_hot_mess_project_runway.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262954765516719666" /></a><br />Imagine my horror when I happened to look up from the book I was reading this morning on the subway and discovered a very tall, kinda young (early 20s) girl standing by the door wearing a very <span style="font-style:italic;">tight</span>, bright, lime-green shirt that <span style="font-style:italic;">just</span> covered the flabby belly that was hanging over the waistline of the too-tight jeans. Unfortunately, the fabric wasn't spandexy (yes, I know that's not a real word) enough to cover the love handles pouring out from the sides of the shirt. All of this was topped off by a short, fuschia jacket that just covered below this girl's boobs. A bright-yellow belt was complimented by bright-yellow earrings and the entire ensemble was completed by silver ballet flats.<br /><br />Now, I'm all for being creative and daring to set a new fashion trend, but no. Just no. This outfit was in no way shape or form a good idea. <span style="font-style:italic;">Especially </span>so early in the morning.<br /><br />Re: the picture - it's one of the first things that came up when I typed in "hot mess" into google images and I really liked it.Subway Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664924638273229977noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315221845850712241.post-18821377953422134502008-10-27T23:06:00.002-04:002008-10-27T23:09:24.405-04:00New Poll!The polls are closed and the verdict is!! . . . predictably, the majority of you think I'm sick in the head for considering licking a subway poll made of candy. Though I'm glad that some of you were brave enough to admit that you would consider if it you were drunk.<br /><br />NEW POLL!!!<br /><br />That's right, there's a new poll in the hizouse, so ch-ch-ch-check it ouuuuuuut!Subway Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664924638273229977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315221845850712241.post-19016516760426516712008-10-23T22:28:00.005-04:002008-10-24T09:10:15.000-04:00Subway Improvements Coming Soon!!! . . . to one line only<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufcA-97_u5E/SQE2B9zQIXI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Q5Q46zKU3Q8/s1600-h/ltrain_0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufcA-97_u5E/SQE2B9zQIXI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Q5Q46zKU3Q8/s320/ltrain_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260545247142748530" border="0"></a><br />Okay, so I guess I've been kinda lazy this week, considering I haven't posted anything new since Monday, and allllllllllll (10-15) of you loyal readers must be dying for some new material. Well, I don't have any, which is why I thought I would blog about <a href="http://www.newsday.com/news/local/wire/newyork/ny-bc-ny--subwaylocator1023oct23,0,488869.story">this</a> article I saw on <span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.newsday.com/" title="Newsday" rel="homepage" class="zem_slink">Newsday</a>'s</span> Web site today.<br /><br />Apparently, the MTA installed computer screens at one Brooklyn subway station showing where the next trains are on the L line. Then, if this new technology works, more screens may be installed in other stations along the L line. How nice for the L line! But WHAT ABOUT THE OTHER LINES?!?! Why does the L get all the love while the rest of the lines suffer? <br /><br />I had always heard the the L train was the worst, but then I had to ride it one day this past summer and discovered that it is actually <span style="font-style: italic;">the best</span>. The exact reasons why escape me now because, well, it's been a few months and, stuff . . . but I do remember being really impressed and awestruck. I'm glad that efforts have been made to improve the L train, but ENOUGH ALREADY! We get it, MTA. The L train is awesome, and it's obviously your favorite, but it would be nice if some of these fancy improvements were made on other lines like the R and the V that could use some serious help. <br /><br />I'm just sayin . . . <br /><br /><br /><div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/45ec80cb-bbec-43fa-af09-d9054786bb5c/" title="Zemified by Zemanta"><img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=45ec80cb-bbec-43fa-af09-d9054786bb5c" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"></a></div>Subway Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664924638273229977noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315221845850712241.post-4944171041780623472008-10-20T12:00:00.003-04:002008-10-20T12:43:35.242-04:00Jaded New YorkersThis morning, after I got out of the subway and was headed to my office, I was offered an environmentally-friendly tote bag from a young girl. Instead of saying, "thanks!" and walking away, I paused for a moment and looked at the girl quizzically, and then looked down at the bag she was offering, and then back at the girl. Sensing my confusion, she explained that "it's just a bag." So I smiled, took the bag, muttered "thank you" and walked away. And indeed it was just a bag. In fact, it was a free bag from <a href="http://www.luckymag.com/">Lucky magazine</a>, advertising its "Ultimate Shopping Party." <br /><br />I could always use an extra tote bag to help save the word, so why was I so skeptical of accepting this small gift from this seemingly non-threatening young girl? I'll tell you why. It's because we, as New Yorkers, are skeptical of "free" gifts. We are so used to trying to dodge those people throwing fliers and coupons at us every day and being offer "free" samples that really aren't free, that we don't know how to react when we are offered something that is useful, and actually free. <br /><br />Or, maybe it's not all New Yorkers who act this way and maybe it's just me being sleepy and paranoid on a Monday morning. <br /><br /><div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/e1680d8e-03af-4d93-ba70-70ea786a68ee/" title="Zemified by Zemanta"><img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=e1680d8e-03af-4d93-ba70-70ea786a68ee" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"></a></div>Subway Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664924638273229977noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315221845850712241.post-78105738704463461152008-10-18T22:18:00.004-04:002008-10-18T22:33:50.048-04:00Ugly Betty<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufcA-97_u5E/SPqazgQ3FqI/AAAAAAAAAKM/cQLPSRPnpLk/s1600-h/betty_wideweb__470x341,0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufcA-97_u5E/SPqazgQ3FqI/AAAAAAAAAKM/cQLPSRPnpLk/s400/betty_wideweb__470x341,0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258685724533135010" border="0"></a><br /><br />So, I'm sitting here at 10:30 on Saturday night watching "<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0805669" title="Ugly Betty" rel="imdb" class="zem_slink">Ugly Betty</a>" on my DVR (because I'm super-cool like that) and I'm starting to wonder about Ugly Betty and why she always looks . . . the same. I mean, having worked at a fashion magazine for a few seasons, you would think she would have picked up some tips by now and started to dress better, and get a fashionable haircut, and wax her eyebrows, and get some contacts. But no. She stays exactly the same. I mean, look at <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anne_Hathaway_%28actress%29" title="Anne Hathaway (actress)" rel="wikipedia" class="zem_slink">Anne Hathaway</a> in "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Devil_Wears_Prada_%28TV_series%29" title="The Devil Wears Prada (TV series)" rel="wikipedia" class="zem_slink">The Devil Wears Prada</a>." She went from a chunky, dumpy, college grad to a sexy, glamorous magazine assistant. I'm just sayin . . . <br /><br />And what about her job? Ugly Betty is supposed to be the assistant to the editor of a huge fashion magazine and yet, I don't think I've ever seen her do any work.<br /><br />And finally, let's give some credit to Judith Light. That woman, I think, just gets better with age. Seriously, who would have thought that Angela from, "Who's the Boss" would ever go on to get another job when that show ended? And now look at her! She's on a hit show and has made recurring guest appearances on such awesome shows as "Law and Order: SVU." I salute you, Judith Light. I hope one day to age as gracefully as you.<br /><br /><div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/e84ae6f2-ee9b-4d33-b453-01cc79273705/" title="Zemified by Zemanta"><img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=e84ae6f2-ee9b-4d33-b453-01cc79273705" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"></a></div>Subway Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664924638273229977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315221845850712241.post-24416101538017577192008-10-15T22:03:00.006-04:002008-10-16T09:03:49.964-04:00When a Failing Show and D-list Actor Collide<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufcA-97_u5E/SPaiNRuI4eI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OeF84mUjTJc/s1600-h/oth_party1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufcA-97_u5E/SPaiNRuI4eI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OeF84mUjTJc/s320/oth_party1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257567963980554722" border="0"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufcA-97_u5E/SPaiJE1BDsI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/pmrENo_ZmM0/s1600-h/1_james_van_der_beek.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufcA-97_u5E/SPaiJE1BDsI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/pmrENo_ZmM0/s320/1_james_van_der_beek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257567891800264386" border="0"></a><br /><br />BREAKING NEWS! Well, actually it's not exactly breaking because I heard a bout it hours ago, and the news doesn't really warrant a breaking news bulletin, but whatever. Remember when I <a href="http://subwaygal.blogspot.com/2008/09/other-day-in-subway-station-i-saw.html">blogged</a><br /> about how James Van der Beek was a has-been but was set to do some upcoming movies? Well, today I learned from <a href="http://perezhilton.com/2008-10-15-dawsons-returning-to-television-as-dawson">Perez</a> that he is also joining the cast of the shiteous "One Tree Hill." Remember when I <a href="http://subwaygal.blogspot.com/2008/09/embarrassing-confession.html">blogged</a> about my conflicted feelings on that show because it was so terribly unrealistic, yet I continued to watch it out of a misplaced sense of loyalty? <br /><br />Anyway, this is a recipe for disaster. A D-list actor joining a sinking ship of a show? For poor "OTH," this is the equivalent of getting a pink slip.<br /><br />By the way, am I still the only one out there even still watching "OTH"??<br /><br /><div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/a43e7cad-3405-4a97-a447-efef6bb50fb7/" title="Zemified by Zemanta"><img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=a43e7cad-3405-4a97-a447-efef6bb50fb7" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"></a></div>Subway Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664924638273229977noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315221845850712241.post-7188520654621423052008-10-14T23:31:00.002-04:002008-10-15T00:01:56.900-04:00Why I hate Tuesdays<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V5Ksf-kLZ5E&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V5Ksf-kLZ5E&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Ok, I know you're thinking, <span style="font-style:italic;">what the hell does a Madonna video have to do with you hating Tuesdays?</span> Well, it actually has nothing to do with it, but I'm kinda obsessed with this song since I saw Madonna in concert this past weekend (yes, that's right. MADONNA. IN CONCERT. Be jealous) and she put on a great performance to this song. Well, she put on a great performance the whole show! But I digress . . . <br /><br />So, you might be thinking, <span style="font-style:italic;">Why hate Tuesdays? Why not Mondays? Everyone hates Mondays.</span> Yes, Mondays are awful. But that's a given. Everyone expects Mondays to be awful days. Anyway, Tuesdays are just a <span style="font-style:italic;">long</span>, and, usually for me because I'm overly dramatic, stressful and upsetting day. Today was one of those days. It seemed like I was drowning in work and I got myself all upset for nothing because when I really looked at it, it wasn't all that bad. Then, on my way to the gym, I got on a subway with no seats. I take the local R home and there is always a seat when I get on at 49th. The only two free seats on the subway car this evening were covered in water. How this happened is beyond me. How do only two seats get wet? And why are there no signs of a flood? And why aren't there any paper towel dispensers on the subway?! <br /><br />Once at the gym, I had the unfortunate experience of hopping on the only free eliptical machine next to a girl on her cell phone. I hate this. Like, I really hate this. You are at the gym. To work out. Go home and talk on the phone. I get that some people are insecure when they are alone in public. Hell, during my silly college days I once talked to my boyfriend-at-the-time while I was eating in a Burger King because I was way too self-conscious to be seen eating alone. But this is a gym. Most people are alone. In fact, it's ok to be alone. We know you have friends and you are popular and stuff, so you don't need to prove it by talking on the phone while you are working out. But, despite the nasty looks I kept throwing this girl's way, she chattered on. Fed up, I hopped off my eliptical to check the sign hanging on the mirror and sure enough, it said that cell phone use was prohibited. So, I said something along the lines of, "Excuse me, but the sign says cell phone use is prohibited in this area and it's really annoying." She looked at me in shock, probably not believing I was being <span style="font-style:italic;">that girl</span>, and mumbled something to her friend on the other line, which I'm assuming was something along the lines of, "Some skinny bitch next to me is complaining about my cell phone use. I'll call you when she leaves." I know that may have been obnoxious of me to say something to her, but I had no headphones on and I wanted to relax and listen to the music playing in the gym. I pay way too much money to be a member of my gym and I expect to be able to have an enjoyable workout.<br /><br />Anyway, the rest of the day ended nicely because when I went upstairs to my abs class, this nice guy in my class who talked to me once before, sparked up another conversation with me. I was really happy about this because I was afraid I had offended him the last time we spoke and he said he loves taking the spin class before our abs class, and I told him that I always wanted to try spinning, but since my old coworker used to swear by it and she was always fat, I wasn't convinced the class worked. <br /><br />And finally, as a reward for making it to the end the long-ass day (I didn't get home until almost 9:30 p.m.!), I was rewarded with my fave, chicken quesidillas, for dinner :)<br /><br />And that is why I hate Tuesdays. What's your least favorite day of the week?Subway Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664924638273229977noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315221845850712241.post-53384437112537330292008-10-12T17:02:00.003-04:002008-10-12T17:07:23.479-04:00Okay, I get it. No one really liked my last poll because no one really knew, or cared who Lisa Bonet was. I apologize and I'll <span style="font-style: italic;">try</span> not to let a sh*tty poll like that happen again. Anyway, I've posted a new poll so let's let bygones be bygones and try it again. I think you'll find this poll more to your liking.<br /><br /><div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/867b1222-9fd5-4a8e-8072-b07fefb3914d/" title="Zemified by Zemanta"><img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=867b1222-9fd5-4a8e-8072-b07fefb3914d" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"></a></div>Subway Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664924638273229977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315221845850712241.post-70176821159959172362008-10-10T08:53:00.009-04:002008-10-10T09:13:37.828-04:00Ode to the Coffee Cart<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufcA-97_u5E/SO9RLSKXgDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Lup_yhw3zq8/s1600-h/coffee+cart.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufcA-97_u5E/SO9RLSKXgDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Lup_yhw3zq8/s400/coffee+cart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255508544460390450" border="0"></a><br /><br />Happy Friday, everyone!!! We've finally made it to the end of the week with our sanity, hopefully, still intact. Congratulations.<br /><br />I would like to dedicate today's post to the people who help me start my day off on a good note. Coffee cart workers.<br /><br />I don't know about you, but in the morning I want a large cup of regular coffee that costs $1.25, as opposed to a desert-like coffee drink from Starbucks that costs $4, and after my initial hesitancy to buy coffee from a mobile cart in the middle of the sidewalk, I now only buy my morning coffee from coffee carts. In fact, when I left my last job, I was most upset about that I wouldn't be able to say goodbye to my coffee cart guy (because I was laid off one day and never went back), and to this day I still feel bad about leaving him without so much as a goodbye . . . <br /><br />Anyway, there is one middle-aged couple who serves me my coffee every morning on the corner of 6th Ave. and 52nd St., that I particularly enjoy. We have history you see, because when I first worked at my current company about a year ago (I left, went to two other firms and then came back) they used to serve me my coffee and when I came back, they still remembered me! It was like greeting a distant relative you haven't seen in awhile. What's great about them is that they are super-friendly and the wife often compliments me, usually on how thin I am, which of course, always makes me smile because with me, flattery gets you everywhere. Anyway, what I really love about this couple is that they have my order down pat! My coffee is already done and waiting for me by the time I get to the front of the line, and you really can't beat service like that.<br /><br />So, today, take a minute and thank your favorite coffee cart worker for his/her great service. And, if you don't utilized the services of a coffee cart, I highly suggest you find one today. You won't be disappointed.<br /><br /><div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/281adbe5-a35c-4af0-a725-c81487ed708a/" title="Zemified by Zemanta"><img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=281adbe5-a35c-4af0-a725-c81487ed708a" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"></a></div>Subway Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664924638273229977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315221845850712241.post-65066781754510751022008-10-07T09:16:00.002-04:002008-10-07T09:20:12.038-04:00The worst seat on the subwayAs some of you know through experience, the worst seats on the subway are the ones next to the door. You know, the one with the bar shielding you from the flock of people entering or exiting the train. The bar that people, annoying people, like to lean on. I usually try to avoid this seat, but for some really crazy reason, I chose this seat on the subway this morning, although there were plenty others to choose from. I thoughtI'd be adventurous and give it another try. Big mistake. I immediately regretted my decision when what I assume was a teenager (I refuse to look up and make eye contact with people sitting or standing next to me on the subway) leaned against the bar with his elbows out so that I had the pleasure of one right next to my head. It was uncomfortably too close for my liking and I kept waiting to get elbowed in the head and have to cause a great big scene when I cried out in exaggerated pain. So, to avoid this situation, I kept playing with my hair, hoping my movement would deter him, but it did not. Finally, I put rested my arm on the bar so that he would have to move. It worked! But then my arm got tired and I moved it, and the annoying teenager moved back into position. I was relieved when he got off the subway, but that was short-lived when another guy took his place. And this guy had a backpack. These are the worst kinds of people because they treat their backpacks as if they are parts of their body - like a hump on their back that has every right to be there invading your personal space. Had it been later in the day when I was more awake and alert, I probably would have taken out my keys and started poking Backpack boy, but I controlled myself and kept quite. Kudos to me.Subway Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664924638273229977noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315221845850712241.post-86479042073615842452008-10-05T22:32:00.002-04:002008-10-05T22:43:49.292-04:00New poll!Thanks to everyone for taking my latest poll. It's good to know that most of you have ever been so hard up for cash that you had to resort to begging for it on the subway. However, for the one person who actually begs for cash once a month, please tell us about it. Did you make a lot of money? Did you use it to pay rent, or buy smack?<br /><br />Anyway, I've just posted a new poll, so please check it out! It's actually quite random, but take it anyway, please.Subway Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664924638273229977noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315221845850712241.post-78397854758589805882008-10-05T21:57:00.002-04:002008-10-05T22:31:24.631-04:00No Drunken Antics at This Year's Irish FestSo, as you all remember because you read my blog religiously, I mentioned that I was going to Irish Fest in Long Beach, LI Saturday. I did. I also mentioned that I was probably going to be wasted and may or may not get into some fights. I did not. Here's what happened . . .<br /><br />The train ride to Long Beach was painful. Thankfully, I had a hilarious book to distract me from the recent college grads sitting near us drinking from a paper bag (classy!) and getting increasily louder by the gulp. They were discussing things like how hungover they are from the night before when they puked all over their boyfriend's car. And they were saying things like, "When I was in college I wanted to either do PR in LA or work in an orphanage in Africa." I guessed that they lived in Murray Hill. Or the Upper East Side. But probably Murray Hill. You get the point. They were stupid. And drunk. A bad combination.<br /><br />Next was the cab ride over to our friends' house. My boyfriend and I were crammed in a taxi van with me riding shotgun and him in the back. After we were all in, I pulled down the passenger-side mirror to make sure there wasn't anything embarrasing going on like some hairs out of place or lipstick on my teeth, when the cabdriver snapped, "Hey! Did I say you could use that!?" I stared, my mouth apage, and as I was deciding whether to spit in his face or apologize, he burst out laughing and then the rest of the passengers, clearly afraid by this mentaly unstable man, began laughing too. He was a comedian. Lucky us. He then proceeded to challenge every other cab driver he was stopped next to at a stop light, to a drag race in an effort, no doubt, to impress us. I was not impressed. And I don't think the old woman in the back remarking that she hoped our driver would be able to get us to our destination safely, was either.<br /><br />Anyway, we got to our friends' house in one piece and were informed the party was across the street, so we chilled in some of their neighbors' apartments where I had a fascinating conversation with a guy who recently threw one of his tenants down a few flights of stairs resulting in over 100 stitches, and told me about the time he stabbed a man seven times in the back. I know, it doesn't sound charming, but I actually enjoyed talking to this man. I think it was his constant smile and his pretty baby blues.<br /><br />I only had one beer when we all decided to check out the festival. All right!! Who doesn't love being drunk and eating greasy food while shopping for things like tee-shirts and silk flowers and homemade magnets that you definitely don't need but buy anyway? Especially if you're drunk! Well, imagine my disappointment when I discovered that laws were put into place prohibiting people from drinking in festivals. What the f*ck kind of stupid law is that? Probably some drunk guys (I'm assuming they were men) got too drunk one year, did some stupid sh*t and ruined it for all of us. What's worse is that all the beer was gone by the time we got back to the apartments. And on top of that, Auburn lost. And, on top of <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span>, Taco Bell was closed by the time we got back home.Subway Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664924638273229977noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315221845850712241.post-86973752840992269052008-10-03T09:06:00.003-04:002008-10-03T09:14:37.381-04:00Happy Friday!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufcA-97_u5E/SOYZXwxQVTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/xpgYgfeEmvc/s1600-h/ist1_5323969-drunk-leprechaun.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufcA-97_u5E/SOYZXwxQVTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/xpgYgfeEmvc/s400/ist1_5323969-drunk-leprechaun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252913911393441074" border="0" /></a><br />We've made it!! It's finally Friday. WOO HOO!!<br /><br />Tomorrow is Irish Fest on Long Beach, LI and I will be in attendance. During Irish Fests and St. Patrick's Day, everyone goes out partying, claiming to have some Irish in them. Well, not me! I'm certainly not Irish, but I like to think I can drink like them. The reason I'm telling you this is because it's almost inevitable (sorry, boyfriend) that tomorrow is going to be filled with some type of drama because me + alcohol = embarrassment for me and laughter/pity from others. Given the last time I went out (last Friday) I threw my drink, and my friend's (sorry Jen!) , at a pompous troll man who wasn't even from NY (he had the nerve to throw one back at me!), I can only imagine what tomorrow will hold. Hopefully I've learned from my mistakes and tomorrow will be fun. Only time will tell . . .<br /><br />Have a great weekend and stay tuned for stories on my drunken antics!<br />- SGSubway Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664924638273229977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315221845850712241.post-32967060572393619772008-09-30T09:24:00.005-04:002008-09-30T10:39:08.951-04:00Dear RCN,Dear, RCN.<br /><br />Let me begin by saying that I hate you. My boyfriend and I were very excited about the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baltimore_Ravens" title="Baltimore Ravens" rel="wikipedia" class="zem_slink">Ravens</a> playing the Steelers last night on <a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/nfl/index" title="Monday Night Football" rel="homepage" class="zem_slink">Monday Night Football</a>. We, my boyfriend especially, have been looking forward to this game for about a week. Come game time, we sat poised in front of the TV, football food (wings, mozzarella sticks, chicken poppers - alllllllll the healthy stuff) in hand only to discover that the <span style="font-weight: bold;">TV WAS NOT WORKING PROPERLY</span>. The picture and sound were choppy causing us to miss plays and commentary. We checked other channels and discovered that this was happening on EVERY channel. I immediately called your technicians to find out what the problem was, but I never got to speak with anyone. In fact, you had me on hold for <span style="font-weight: bold;">OVER AN HOUR!!!!!</span> telling me again and again how much you appreciate my patience, which I was quickly running out of, until you finally played an automated message informing me that NY and DC customers are experiencing problems and you are working to fix them, blah blah blah. Still, I waited on the line to discuss this problem with you further and find out why in god's name you kept me on hold for so long.<br /><br />However, as we headed into halftime, I realized you were never going to answer my call, so, defeated, I hung up. The TV never returned to normal and the Ravens lost. I blame this on you too.<br /><br />This morning, I turned on the TV to hear what "Mike & Mike" had to say about the game on ESPN, only to discover that the TV was still not fixed!<br /><br />So, after I arrived at work this morning, I called you to complain. I was issued a measly $6 + change credit for my interrupted TV service, but when I asked to be compensated for my wasted phone minutes and my wasted time on the phone last night, I was refused. I was even transfered to a manger who was <span style="font-weight: bold;">RUDE </span>and kept calling me "ma'am," though I repeatedly told him I was far from a ma'am and that he should address me as "miss." Not surprisingly, this "manager" was anything but helpful and apparently someone higher-up at RCN will call me to discuss this problem further, though I doubt that will get me anywhere.<br /><br />Anyway, what I am trying to say is that if it weren't for the management of my building <span style="font-style: italic;">forcing</span> me to use RCN, I would switch to Time Warner in a flash. Your customer service sucks, RCN, and so does your technical service for that matter. I think it's time to throw in the towel and sell-out to a bigger, and better company.<br /><br />All the best,<br />Subway Gal<br /> <div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/44cef466-1ede-4d44-b237-14bbbe97f6a0/" title="Zemified by Zemanta"><img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=44cef466-1ede-4d44-b237-14bbbe97f6a0" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /></a></div>Subway Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15664924638273229977noreply@blogger.com5