My Report on the B/K-less Hainesy/Kimlet gathering of 5 October 2005, Part Trois:
Well, Chelsea is a little bigger than that, you know. So, having no cell phone, I decided to search out a working pay phone--an increasingly rare item in this day of satelite communications.
Imagine my surprise to discover that New York City appears to have operational pay phones on almost every corner, as in the days of yore. And imagine my further surprise to find that for the pris fixe of 25¢ you may call anywhere in the U. S. for one minute! Why, they charge 50¢ for a local call out on the Isle of Long.
First, I tried vixmom's phone, but she was evidently inside somewhere where she couldn't get reception. Finally, at the corner of 15th Street and 7th Av, I talked to Jose, who told me to head over to the Chelsea Market at 14th and 9th. Wrong! It was 15th and 9th.
But I did manage to enter the bulding, and seeing no H/Ks, I walked on until I was mugged from behind and almost knocked over by the vixter. She claimed her mother put her up to it!
So here I joined the Merry Band of Jose, MBarnum, Danise, uh, well, I'm not going to list everyone again and again, but at this point I made some new face-to-face acquaintances, renewed some old ones, and began "We're walking, we're walking, we're walking..." along with all the early risers.
