Emily texted me telling me she was at a Chinatown bar. I asked how it was.
Good, she said, except “everyone wants to fuck _____!”
“WHY?” I asked.
“NO IDEA COME HERE.”
I assumed this meant my friends were heading from Chinatown to No Idea Bar in Gramercy, which is where I went.
Emily texted me telling me she was at WCOU Radio, in the East Village.
I went to WXOU Radio, in the West Village.