lost its novelty -- Transit Strike: Day Two

I'm not doing that again. It wasn't terrible, but it wasn't fun either. I bonded with no other commuters, I had no warm experiences. I didn't share any stories with anyone. There was no Sept. 11th or blackout comraderie. I did get a free hot chocolate from the Red Cross. That was nice. I walked from Brooklyn to Manhattan, took a train through NEW JERSEY to get to Midtown, then performed an elegant act of walking and cabbing. A lovely commuting cocktail.

The only reason it was worth it: I rode the PATH train with John Waters this morning. No joke. I was, however, too sheepish to grab a photo.

Update: I just found out that I spent the entirety of my commute from Manhattan on with dried Red Cross hot chocolate on my face (they offered no lids this morning). And I have serious hat hair. This strike is affecting my looks, people. Desperate times.