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Just your typical Saturday night in New York.   —   A New York Moment

The evening started off with a Thai dinner among six close friends. We were in Williamsburg, Brooklyn blending with the crowd of the young and the beautiful, sitting in a trendy restaurant at 8:00 PM on a Saturday night. Each of us ordered more than we could eat individually so in result we ended up with a table full of food and everyone picking off of everyone else's plates. We raised a glass and toasted "to us" and sipped our drinks with contented smiles. It had been a while since we had all gathered at a restaurant for a meal and we were glad to be among friends, among good food, laughing and telling stories. After a leisurely meal we paid the tab and headed to a newly discovered bar/arcade called Barcade.

It seems that I missed the "arcade years" as they were happening while I was a kid. I suppose arcades were more for suburban kids and not kids like me, who lived on 28 acres of land which included a pond for swimming and fishing, about 20 acres of dense woods with a stream and foot trails, and a backyard the size of a football field. Instead I stayed home a lot and when I wasn't playing outside or with my Barbies, I was playing Super Mario Brothers, Zelda, and Intellivision games. Most of the arcade games I'd never even heard of until the recent release of such PS2 games like Midway Arcade Treasureand Namco Museum. So being in a bar that was lined with old 25 cent arcade games was heaven for a game-lover such as myself. And for the first time at the age of 27 I finally played the classic arcade-style games like Gauntlet, Mario Bros., Ms. Pac-Man, and Field & Track. The bar was crowded but it seemed there was always some game available to play, the drinks weren't too expensive and for the beer lovers there was about 20 different kinds of beer on tap. The place also came equipped with a pool table, a change machine, clean bathrooms, and an outside sit-down smoker's area. So in other words, my new favorite place. Two hours and ten dollars later, we were all ready to call it a night. We left the bar, warm and tipsy from the few drinks that we'd had, and walked to the nearest subway entrance a few blocks away.

My own personal curse of being a woman in NYC means that I often forget my metro card in my other purse/wallet/jacket/pocket. It's by far the most common thing I leave the house without when it's not the typical weekday work commute. Saturday night was no exception and on the way to Barcade I had to borrow Adam's metro card for my $2.00 fee for riding the subway. No problem. On the way home from Barcade, after two glasses of wine and a dose of euphoric gaming, we reached the turnstiles of the subway entrance and as Adam swiped his metro card to pass through the turnstiles I had a spontaneous burst of crazy and at the last moment jumped right behind Adam to pass through the turnstiles with him, not even giving it a second thought. Once through the turnstiles and making our way to the subway a man approaches us, flashes his badge, and asks us for our metro cards and identification. For a split second I didn't take the guy seriously and then the very serious facial expression this guy was carrying on his face like a ten pound weight registered and suddenly I knew that this dude wasn't fucking around. I instantly accepted my fate as he asked me and Adam to accompany him to the Transit Police Office located about 20 feet in front of us. We bid farewell to our friends and walked into the office and the officer tells us to have a seat on the bench near the front desk. I sit, because I was going to do so regardless of his asking, and Adam remains standing. Adam says, "I prefer to stand". The officer says, "I'm not asking you, I'm telling you, sit down". Adam says something about not being aware that it was within the officer's rights to order Adam to sit if he preferred to stand and the officer then responded with, "If you want to play it rough, we can play it rough", which I thought absurdly funny. The guy was being a dick and it was quite obvious that he had some kind of hard-ass persona that he felt was necessary to project in all police business situations. I found his attitude a little sad and funny in the same way, thinking of all the "real" criminals and terrorists running the streets, dealing drugs, beating and killing people. I, in a moment of minor intoxication, "buddied-up" with my husband in the turnstiles, not to avoid paying the $2.00, but to expedite our entrance into the subway. Honestly I wasn't even thinking, it was that quick, that spontaneous. And this guy was acting like we'd just dealt crack to a ten year old. After what seemed to be about 20 minutes of sitting there while this guy wrote us two tickets, we were finally "free to go". After leaving the office we saw a couple of very familiar and smiling faces, our friends. They'd stayed "in case we needed to bail you out", and we all shared a moment of "nice Heather, very nice". Adam wasn't too happy about the situation but personally I just couldn't let it bother me. Shit happens, sometimes you fuck up and are busted on it, and sometimes you fuck up and no one is around to see, but regardless of the situation everything in life is an experience and these days I'm of the opinion that the more out of life I experience, the more interesting life becomes. So, after agreeing to pay Adam's ticket and sharing my "shit happens" attitude with him, he became less annoyed at the situation. We got on the train and took it to our stop, the new Bonnie and Clyde of our neighborhood.

That night, after getting to bed around 2:00 AM, I woke around 5:00 AM to an empty bed. The time of night seemed a bit off for a bathroom trip and I knew he hadn't drank enough alcohol to be sick, so in my sleep addled state I was suddenly worried that Adam had finally had enough of my crazy ways, and left. I knew this couldn't be true of course because his Transformers and computer were still there, but all the same my stomach had a feeling of unease and I padded through the apartment in search of him. There he was, stretched out on the couch, asleep. I approached his side and said, "Adam?". He opened his eyes slowly and gently said, "Yeah?", I asked, "What are you doing on the couch?", he looked around him, furrowed his brow and said, "I don't know". He then got up and followed me back to bed. Later that morning we talked about it and he said that he had no recollection of going out to sleep on the couch. I find this a bit odd seeing as he's never been one to sleep walk or do strange things in the night, hell he doesn't even snore, but he doesn't seem to be bothered by the fact that he, without memory, changed his place of rest, so I suppose we'll just chalk it up to just your typical Saturday night in New York.

Posted 3.27.2006 4:33:20 PM

Ca ca doo doo wrote:
Maybe he's on Ambien
Posted 3/27/2006 5:01:53 PM
Dad wrote:

Lamar, you were the first child to have a Nintendo in our neighborhood. Of course there were only five houses on two miles of paved road in our neighborhood, with no one to play it with but me......................Tanks, remember!
Posted 3/28/2006 7:58:40 AM
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