My wife had so much fun, she bought the t-shirt.
It’s blackout season and that means you get so drunk when the power cuts out, you can’t remember anything. If you’re not in the city during this mess, you’re on the beach reading about it. I can say, without bias, that How to Piss in Public is the perfect summer read. It combines all the fun of the party years with some uplifting undertones that make you feel really good about being born. Here’s the chapter about the 2003 blackout. It’s a great example of why new New York is often a lot better than old New York.