The city never sleeps, just the people in it.

We had a really great weekend, thanks for asking. Our friend Joey came to visit for a week, and we saw Avenue Q, which was really awesome I thought. It's a musical with puppets. Earlier in the week we also watched Pineapple Express, which we all really liked as well. On Saturday we went over the Brooklyn Bridge, saw the WTC site, had lunch in Little Italy and saw frogs climbing out of barrels in Chinatown. Luckily the vendor had a handy metal rod to help them back into the barrel. That night we went to the Jersey shore and walked along the beach, and I was later denied access to a bar because I only had a federally issued ID, not a state-issued driver's license. So we went to a bar that didn't bother carding. So much for the facts.

Here's what's really important though: Either some people in this town work way too hard, or the city just makes you really sleepy. While riding the subway on the way to Brooklyn (yeah, we took the easy way out), a young man was falling asleep in his seat, leaning on the unsuspecting people who sat down next to him. The first person I saw this happen to just got up and let him sprawl out, the next lady was rather large, and it was hilarious to see him lean on her shoulder. After that people kept nudging him, or just laughing, and it was quite entertaining. Later on in Chinatown a man had decided to go to sleep on the sidewalk. While this second case was probably more sad than funny, you've got to be one tired mothertrucker to be able to sleep right there on a sidewalk with hundreds of people pushing by. In the middle of the day. What's your favorite Led Zeppelin album?