On Friday, some friends and I decided to meet up in New York City to see Erik Peterson from the band Mischief Brew. When we got to Brooklyn we had some difficulty finding the actual venue. However, soon we realized that it wasn’t a “venue” at all. It was more of a punk house; A very sketchy, sweaty, smoke-filled punk house. To give him credit, Erik Peterson was really good (though a bit hard to hear since he played acoustically over 40+ drunk young adults). Everyone there was totally drunk and/or high so there were a lot of amusing moments, most notably a kid picking up a sinfully dirty black bag off the ground and asking, ”
As we left the show we noted a shady guy leaning against a fence looking, well, shady. As we walked passed him he decided to jump up onto one of the nearby parallel parked cars on the side of the street. He then proceeded to smash in the windshield of that car with the heel of his foot for reasons unknown to us. There were a few others watching, just as much in awe as we were. Cheerfuly (and totally drunk) he then ran down the street, around the corner, and out of sight. Turns out, the car he vandalized was Erik Peterson’s… We’re still not completely sure why he did it, but it sure sucks for Erik and his wife, who had to travel all the way back to Philly.
As we made our way back to Grand Central Terminal at 1AM, we were starving. Luckily a bakery was open, so we bought some goodies from there and then heading to the train.
We managed to find seats near some of the most obnoxiously annoying people possible. There were four or five guys sitting two rows in front of us acting completely ridiculous. They were loud. They were rude. They were totally wasted. They were making fun of almost everyone who walked by them on the train. To the right of us were two young women. One of them seemed to be having a mid-life mental break-down because she was undecisive as to whether or not she loved some guy. She would start yelling at her friend, “Don’t you understand how I feel!?” She was also loud (she was probably also drunk). Needless to say, we moved. Though as we were getting up, we saw two other guys confront the group of loud men, asking, “Did you guys call me a homo when I walked by?” I lol’d inside, since I knew a fight was about to ensue. Unfortunately (fortunately), we changed cars before anything went down.
Other than that, the train ride back to Brewster was relaxing. Most of us fell asleep for most of the trip only to get a rude awakening from the sixteen degree weather waiting for us outside the train. However, overall it was a fun and eventful night!