Ignorance is piss, erm... I mean bliss (and happy Spring!)

Yesterday morning my roommate, S, had a CD release party for her 3rd album. My duty was to sell CDs at said event. We left the house at 7:30AM in order to trek it the whole way on up to the Upper West Side to get everything ready before the show - setup, sound check, all that jazz. S, her girlfriend, E, and I were walking down the stairs to the subway and we saw a 20 something guy pissing in the corner of the stairwell. If you know anything about me, it's probably that I can't hold my tongue - not when faced with idiocy. This situation was no exception. S & E made comments like "wow, that guy's just pissing in the corner, OK, not so nice to see this early on a Sunday morning...".

I've been wondering who pees on the subway stairs. Every night when I come home it smells like pee - I hate the smell of pee. Really hate it. It's the one thing I absolutely cannot stand about New York - at one point or another every part of the city smells like urine. So here was my answer standing right there in front of me, demonstrating exactly where the stench comes from. I always assumed it was homeless people who were the subway pissers. Little did I know there was a metrosexual wannabe with a Gotti kid haircut and shiny buckle shoes right in my neighborhood with an affinity for public peeing. I believe my exact words were, "Real classy, man. That's disgusting. I hope it falls off." To which he replied in a mocking voice, "I hope it falls off... mumble mumble...". Lovely.

Enough about the pee. Spring has officially sprung in NYC. I walked around Washington Square Park this afternoon (after my 1st day at my temp job - it went great) and snapped a few photos of the first signs of Winter's demise and Spring's triumphant return.