Walking around Court Street yesterday before work, I kept seeing these large, rather fancy looking trailers lining the streets. At first I thought it was portable bathrooms for a nearby construction project, but then I noticed they were lining several blocks. Other guesses were that they were some sort of blood mobile, or maybe a portable STD clinic for the homeless, or perhaps, since they had fancy wooden doors attached at the entrances, some sort of roving home goods show of kitchen fixtures, Formica counter tops and bathroom sealants. I was tempted to walk in one to see what sort of public offerings were inside, but I’m still deferential to my limited knowledge of the machinations of the city. For all I know, those trailers were no big deal, no one in the neighborhood even notices them any more, and they just come by every week to offer free lube in preparation for the upcoming subway fare hike stiffie.
This would be much more interesting if I A) had any idea who any of the people on Gossip Girl were; or 2) knew anything in the world about the show other than it seems to be another example of our culture’s maddening idolatry of the lives of wealthy, spoiled douchebags and douchebaggettes.*
Here’s a completely out-of-context quote I just found online:
Chuck: Archibald. Isn’t it about time you ended this bromance? What happens at Yale stays at Yale.
Nate: [to Dan] Hey man, let’s go.
*I’m curious — can anyone who watches this tell me how this stacks up on the brain activity scale against the Laguna Beach/The Hills crap?