"Excuse me", the man said in a polite African accent. I turn to face him, a bit annoyed that someone would dare disturb me while I'm listening to the Doors. I pull one earphone out. "Excuse me, where is place with the televisions and the lights? They tell me go here, and I no can find." Televisions? Lights? I stare at him, perplexed at the man's appearance. No more than five feet in height, carrying three massive suitcases. Couldn't be more than 25 minutes in the city. "Many lights! Many televisions! Sex shops! They tell me sex shops". I smile and take it all in. I turn him around, because we're standing on the corner of Lexington and 42nd facing east. "My friend, do you see down there where there is light?" The man's face brightened like a kid who opened the big box under the Christmas tree. "Thank you my friend, thank you!" And he runs off carrying his three massive suitcases. Welcome to the City, buddy. I slip Jim Morrison back in my ear and catch the last minute of "Roadhouse Blues". Let it roll, indeed.
So I went to see a sick little DJ yesterday by the name of Dave Dresden. Great time. Cielo is not the biggest club in the world (actually, its probably one of the smallest I've been to) but its a real good time. The sound system is perfect, staff is fun, and it has a little smoking area in the back where you can meet a sweet little blonde from Belgium. Not like last week, where some chick from Iowa thought my wingman AJP and I came from Russia. Russia? RUSSIA! Does Greek sound ANYTHING like Russian? Oh wow my feathered friend. Needless to say, conversation was over rather quick. Whatever, not just because she couldn't tell Greek from Russian. She just wasn't cute enough to bother educating. Mean? I think not. That was at the Smith by the way. Another cool joint somewhere in the East Village. Good food, insane female to guy ratio for some reason. Which brings me to another point. So I'm having a conversation with a friend of mine about why its so much easier for guys than girls in the city to meet people. Ok, the ratio of girls to guys is very, very attractive for a single 20-something greek guy in new york. Why is that? So my friend tells me the ratio is so good because women from around the US come to New York to meet a Wall Street guy, get married, and live the good life. Can you believe someone would even say that? I think it might be the dumbest answer to a question I've ever heard in my life. Do I have a better answer? Don't you worry about that.
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