Lizzie and Kaitlyn Go to Williamsburg
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Lizzie: For some reason Google Maps was telling us to take the C all the way to Broadway Junction, then get on the L and go back the other way to get to Grand Street. It seemed inefficient. Plus we had to carry a big cake and a nearly life-size cardboard cutout of the San Antonio Spurs mascot, known only as Coyote. I asked Matt why the mascot wouldn’t just be a spur; it seems cleaner from a narrative perspective to keep all the symbols consistent, and I’m sure you could add some eyeballs to a spur if you needed it to be sentient. He didn’t have a good answer. Anyway, all of these things—the L train, the cake, the cardboard Coyote—were coming into play because we had an invite to one of those events that seem to come around every few weeks in New York: the bar birthday party.
It was actually a bar birthday party. A new take on an old standard. The planning happened in a group chat without me, but the gist of the thing was: Frank’s birthday is coming up, but he may or may not be in Texas for his actual birthday. Maybe everyone
