I hoofed it down to the C train at Kingston Throop. The train was super noisy tonight. I figured that it might be an interesting video to catch the approach. As you watch, notice the guy in the gray hoodie opposite the doors. You'll see his black shoes at the very end of the video opposite my comfy paint covered shoes.
As I sat down, I noticed that he had a large shard of glass in his hands (you'll see what looks like a piece of it on the floor next to his right foot). Having watched Arrow, The Flash, and Robin Hood all day, I could only think that he was a villain who wanted to do something evil to my city. Needless to say, I was on my toes for two stops until he got off.
I also noticed that there were quite a few buskers out on a Saturday night at almost 10:00 p.m. This duo caught my eye. The piano player was eating some type of noodles and taking a break. Across from him sits a lady who was on a chair oil painting the scene. I don't know that I'd want to sit and paint down there, but I would probably buy a painting of it.
I got to the gay bar and ordered a drink. This bar is called G-Lounge. It's in the heart of Chelsea which is one of the gayborhoods in Manhattan. I've been there quite a few times. The bartenders are usually wearing nothing other than a tight pair of shorts and a smile. The walls are painted white and someone has just drawn a design on them with a black sharpie. The lighting Saturday was all pink and black lights.
The vibe is usually pretty friendly and the people watching is great. Unfortunately, it also brings out many people who think that they are the only ones in the universe who know anything about fashion and can be quite judgmental. There was one couple of men who literally pointed at me and guffawed at my outfit in such a way that it could not be confused. I really love who I am. I love my style and how I dress. When someone thinks that it is appropriate to treat any other person that way, I am incensed. When it happens to me, I am torn between choosing to go up and confront them saying something rude, to walk out of the bar and go home sulking, or to just stand there and act as if I am proud of who I am and what I am wearing. I chose to stand there proudly (for about 15 minutes). Then I chose to go home. I didn't need more negative energy in my life.
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