Prom Night in NYC

A small woman with the sigh of the morning commute dripping over her sagging eyes and yawning mouth, steps up to turnstiles at the G train in Brooklyn. She readies her transfer card, measuring the approach to the reader and swipes with careful proficiency. It screeches back.
TRANSFER INVALID
She tries again.
TRANSFER INVALID
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oh man, i was getting all excited cause i thought you were actually going to tell us about a prom night party that was going on in the city—cause i still have my prom dress, but no reason to wear it.
Actually that would be pretty sweet. If no one has heard of something, I think we have our next Metroblog theme party. Wait…do we have theme parties?
we do now.
maybe the first one could be a prom-themed party and then the second one could be the spit-on-strangers party.
ew. count me out. (though i’d be more likely to attend the spit-on-strangers party than the prom night…)
Am I alone in thinking we should combine these plans? Nothing like people in formal wear expectorating on the passers by.
I’ve got an excellent idea–latex formal wear! Fancy, yet easy to clean.