no sleep ’til Lawrenceville

When I lived full-time in Brooklyn I had the worst time convincing friends who lived in Manhattan to come visit. Prospect Park! Neat stores! They kept balking, pointing to the long subway (or expensive taxi) rides, and I couldn’t blame them, having once been stuck at the Smith-9th Street stop at 2 a.m. because there was a “disturbance” in the next car. But still — frequently I wanted to say to them, “It’s not the end of the world, it’s the next borough.”

It wasn’t even the Bronx.

I was thinking of that Saturday night, as my boyfriend and I went up to see our friends in Duluth — a 40-mile round trip — for the second time in two days, and neither of us thought it unusual or overtaxing.

1 Comment so far

  1. Daniel (unregistered) on September 13th, 2004 @ 12:59 pm

    I see what you’re saying Jessica. But I don’t know, I still get a little nervous every time I leave the perimeter :)

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