This is not a love song

With more Cincinnati people coming into town for the weekend, I went straight to Brooklyn to see them, one of whom I met in France. Friday night was another Brooklyn night of many bars in which some, like the Brooklyn Brewery, were impressive.

Saturday had its obligatory humilation, as certain forces of nature were at work to taint this glorious off-work day. Standing in front of the ATM, I realized that I couldn't remember my PIN code. I tried many, many combinations, but sometime between last weekend and this weekend I've forgotten it. The forty dollars that I still have I hold onto dearly because New York City, being as expensive as it is, is still very much a credit card unfriendly place to be. Cabs and delis, the two mainstays of living here, are now off-limits. In places where credit cards can be used, most shop owners expect a minimum purchase which ends up being more than I intend to pay. For a week I'll be eating out of the grocery store and resisting the temptation of a late-night cab, which means I'll be living like an animal.

posted by Wellsmus @ 4:29 PM