The smoke alarm says, "Fire fire fire," in a calm lady voice, on top of the usual beeeeeep. Seems like overkill? I had never heard this before. For a second, I thought my roommate was making fun of the alarm.
Got tailed by neighborhood security for taking phone pics (from the sidewalk!) of some of the crazy mansions. Lol, dude, don't put crazy mansions in the middle of Brooklyn then. Sorry I'm reusing an IKEA bag and wearing sneakers with no socks.
So here is a thing I realized about the song "Rocky Raccoon": she calls herself "Lil' McGill" using lil' as a cutesy modifier. It's NOT that she arbitrarily chooses to go by the actual name "Lil" for no real reason, while everyone thinks she's nuts, or that it's a dumb nonsensical rhyme. It does make sense: Lil' Nancy McGill.
Over-tipped, because the bar reeked of mildew and the patrons were shrieking, and so I felt bad for the bartender who made me an amazing cocktail involving black pepper syrup and muddled strawberries when I asked what he would recommend.
Dear Taxi Driver: You can't tell me that driving me to my house is basically taking money from your pocket, then in the next breath, complain that Uber is destroying the entire business. Or, you can, but I'm not going to be very sympathetic. Love, Meg
Animals I did not hit at 2am, after driving 4 hours, after being awake since 3:30am: 3 deer with antlers, 2 deer without antlers, 2 jackrabbits, 1 cottontail rabbit, 1 freaked out raccoon frozen in the middle of the road.