This story is absolutely not in reference to me BUT thinking of NYC and Halloween this week-- an old story popped into my head. I had a friend who lived in Queens with 2 roommates. He and his roommates always threw a big Halloween party. One year his roommate, Drew, ended up meeting a young lady at their party dressed in a full out bumble bee costume complete with wings and some sort of pollen wand. I'm sure she looked absolutely adorable riding the N train over on Halloween evening with her friends, her eye glitter and her well rested glowing skin. As it happens at Halloween parties (or any party with copious amounts of alcohol), Drew and the bumble bee decided it would be best if she stayed over after the party......
The next day, my friend told me that the poor bumble bee had to ride the N train back into Manhattan...during rush hour. I can't believe a more humiliating walk of shame home. She was probably carrying her crooked wings in her hands, black tights ripped or at least askew, cute makeup all smeared or washed away, hung over having to deal with the lurching of the train and clearly having no other reason for a busted up costume than a late night rendezvous with a guy who wasn't even nice enough to give her an shirt to wear home. But, honest truth, I would have loved seeing that on my ride into work on November 1st!
Again- this story is not about me......I can't wear yellow strips.....and anyone who knows me knows I would have taken a cab home.
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