Every iPhone and Blackberry in the city is vibrating and tinkling and making ironic noises as an island full of people, all of whom have not "solidly confirmed" as there is always that "perfect ideal Halloween situation" out there, but none of whom have seen this situation actualized, have suddenly realized that it is 3:26 in the afternoon and they don't have their sexy kitten costume planned out and they haven't heard from Jeremy/Claudine/Marla/Vito about the loosely held plans they had made and now this island in mass is stressing out because this is possible the last Halloween ever and holy shit it's a Friday night and that means that the streets will emanate of "Cool Water" imported straight from the Paramus/Roosevelt Field Malls and that chicks named Marcy who thought their nipple slips were hilarious at eight, now are just fed up and drunk and ready to fight and all of this is exacerbated by the fact that there will be no cabs and that going to that authentic loft in Williamsburg will mean a ride on the L train and does anybody even know for sure if that is even running tonight?!?
Text me back, a.s.a.p.!
