Commuting Casanovas: Part V: My New Morning Admirer
It's been a while since I had a commuting casanova worth writing about...Whenever I am short on time in the morning (read: one minute), I do not apply my lipstick at home. I do it for the bus. Because I know the exact minute I need to leave my apartment to catch my usual bus. And that one minute of lipstick application means the difference between getting to Grand Central on time or not.So about a month, ago, I was applying my bus on the lipstick one morning and out of the corner of my eye, I felt a man watching me. I heard him say to someone sitting next to him "She's so beautiful. I wish I could take a picture."I didn't want to

A super exciting moment in commuting!
Tonight when I got off the 7 Train in Vernon Jackson, as I headed towards the bus stop, I saw the B61 pull away from the light and head up the Pulaski Bridge towards Greenpoint. I was so angry at my misfortune. I thought of all the people that got in my way in Grand Central - on the stairs, at the turnstile, on the escalator and on the platform - all preventing me from missing the 7 Train one minute earlier. If I had been on that one, I would NOT have missed that bus. But here I was in Long Island City, already late for my appointment with the allergist and I had two choices: Wait anywhere from 5 to 40 minutes for the next bus or walk about a mile and a half.I decided to wait.

Miss G Train
There's a minor buzz in the Greenpoint area lately regarding the upcoming "Miss G Train" competition (covered by NY Shitty and Gothamist, among other blog and news outlets). The City Reliquary in Williamsburg, Brooklyn has created this title. They are hosting and judging the first ever event this upcoming Thursday, November 19th. (See here for the official rules and information)Several people I know in real life and blog

New Metro North Ticket Machines in Grand Central Terminal!
If you've ever been to Grand Central Terminal on a Friday evening, you are familiar with this sight:That's the sight of the weekend crowd buying tickets at the largest group of Metro North ticket machines on the main floor in Grand Central (opposite

Dad Takes the Subway! (Part 1)
For years, my Dad has lived in the Bronx and worked in Manhattan. And for all of that time, he has been driving to work. Geographically, it's a very small distance, probably no more than 12 miles, but as anyone who has driven in Manhattan can attest - that can take anywhere from 20 minutes to 4 hours of stressful driving.As if that isn't fun enough, there's the parking. And the alternate side/street cleaning days/hours when he has to go outside to move his car temporarily (and move it back later). And the car being vandalized while being parked (sideview mirror knocked off, scraped and banged up by passing cars and parked cars). And once even being towe