perfidy

Last night I watched a documentary about the World Trade Center in New York, from its planning to construction to the present day. It was very interesting, but I didn't really care for the ending.

This morning I found out that Johnny Cash had died. Although I can't say it was unexpected-- he's been sick for years, and June was his heart and soul-- that doesn't make it any less sorrowful.

But today I am boarding the Chinatown Bus for New York for my first pleasure trip there since I moved away in mid-2000. It's the goodwife's birthday this week and I wanted to do something special. I expect to be hammered and look fabulous doing it by 8 PM. That way I'll be in bed before all the G-d D-mned hipsters come out and I won't have to punch anyone.

It's the greatest city in the world. Where else can you get haggis delivered hot to your door at four in the morning?