M-O-O-N Spells Asshole cops
Jul. 5th, 2003 09:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
angelchickenSo. I celebrated independence. On the fourth of July. And I wasn't the only one. Go figure.
I ended up trekking into the city at 4 and I met Stupid Ex and his friend Joy ad Penn around 4:30. We took the train allllll the way down to Battery Park as there was a concert. As it turns out, we weren't the only New Yorkers who were partaking in the freeness of the Ryan Adams concert. Huh. And Joy was actually a fan, so I refrained from snark. It was hot and crowded, but still fun. And . . . *Free YoYos!!!*. Already it was a good day. It was like Christmas. A day without YoYos is like a day without sunshine. I'm not sure how I survived the last fifteen years. I must have had a vague feeling of discontent that I suppressed immediately upon yo-ing. But I'm better now.
From Battery Park we walked to the South Street Seaport with the rest of the city. It was mad packed, so we gave up trying to find a place to eat and wandered deeper into the labyrinth that is Downtown Manhattan until we found a pub where we stopped for an hour or so and ate fired calamari and chicken fingers. It was air conditioned. It was good.
From el pub-o we walked to my friend Mike's sister's place as she has roof access and a choice apartment on Front Street which had a perfect view for the fireworks (and a gorgeous view of the Brooklyn Bridge). Eliza (the sister) was psyched for this party because it was the first time since 9/11 she has been allowed in her home for the festivities (granted, it was only one 4th, but still). We chilled. I went downstairs to use the bif and, like Humpty Dumpty, I had a great fall. I am now bruised all over (knee, back, hip, shoulder, wrist). Feh.
The shitty part happened around ninish. Suddenly a cop showed up. AND CLOSED DOWN THE FUCKING ROOF!! PRICK!!!
Oh, we were pissed. It turns out that one asshat shot a squirt gun off the roof and the cop got wet. Twice. And so he came up, pissed as hell and kicked everyone off. It is like the entire class missing recess because one kid acted out. And everyone was totally willing to narc on the guy who did it because we wanted to stay up there, but he didn't fucking care. He kept saying "All of these people are on the other roofs and they are acting like adults" and shit like that and WE WERE acting like adults.
Then he called for back up. I shit you not, something like 30 cops showed up in two vans. There were sirens. You would think were were running a child porn ring or something. Then the helicopter showed up. There were search lights! For fucks sake! We were on the roof! Where exactly did they think we were going to escape to?
So it turned out that they were stationing cops on the roof until 11 to make sure no one was up there. We realized that this whole thing wasn't about the water at all. Oh no. Now it was that the cops wanted a good view of the fireworks themselves. ASSHOLES!
I kept wondering what would happen if someone was axe-murdered. "Sorry Captain, that we missed the horrible, horrible murder, but you see, I got squirted with a water gun. Twice. I have priorities."
Well, to be fair, some were really cool. But some (including the first one) were truly evil. So we all ended up on the street to watch the show. And after twenty minutes an entirely different cop started freaking out on us that we were not allowed to stand where we were because . . . ummmm . . . I have no idea why. But we were told to leave. Again. So we went further down the Seaport and ended up finding an uncrowded spot with a decent view of the fireworks. Some of it was cut off by buildings, but it was still okay. Not the roof, but not terrible.
After that Joe (Stupid Ex), Joy and I walked to the subway so I could get to Penn (I was freaking sleepy) and ended up at the World Trade Center site, where I have never been. It is freaking huge. I honestly never wanted to go there. I saw enough on the 11th. I didn't linger and gape, I just said my good-byes and got on the train.
Then I came home.
All in all, an interesting day. I'm glad I went into the city instead of staying home. It was fun.
I hope everyone else had a lovely holiday (or day, as the case may be) as well.
And YAY that it is Saturday!
I ended up trekking into the city at 4 and I met Stupid Ex and his friend Joy ad Penn around 4:30. We took the train allllll the way down to Battery Park as there was a concert. As it turns out, we weren't the only New Yorkers who were partaking in the freeness of the Ryan Adams concert. Huh. And Joy was actually a fan, so I refrained from snark. It was hot and crowded, but still fun. And . . . *Free YoYos!!!*. Already it was a good day. It was like Christmas. A day without YoYos is like a day without sunshine. I'm not sure how I survived the last fifteen years. I must have had a vague feeling of discontent that I suppressed immediately upon yo-ing. But I'm better now.
From Battery Park we walked to the South Street Seaport with the rest of the city. It was mad packed, so we gave up trying to find a place to eat and wandered deeper into the labyrinth that is Downtown Manhattan until we found a pub where we stopped for an hour or so and ate fired calamari and chicken fingers. It was air conditioned. It was good.
From el pub-o we walked to my friend Mike's sister's place as she has roof access and a choice apartment on Front Street which had a perfect view for the fireworks (and a gorgeous view of the Brooklyn Bridge). Eliza (the sister) was psyched for this party because it was the first time since 9/11 she has been allowed in her home for the festivities (granted, it was only one 4th, but still). We chilled. I went downstairs to use the bif and, like Humpty Dumpty, I had a great fall. I am now bruised all over (knee, back, hip, shoulder, wrist). Feh.
The shitty part happened around ninish. Suddenly a cop showed up. AND CLOSED DOWN THE FUCKING ROOF!! PRICK!!!
Oh, we were pissed. It turns out that one asshat shot a squirt gun off the roof and the cop got wet. Twice. And so he came up, pissed as hell and kicked everyone off. It is like the entire class missing recess because one kid acted out. And everyone was totally willing to narc on the guy who did it because we wanted to stay up there, but he didn't fucking care. He kept saying "All of these people are on the other roofs and they are acting like adults" and shit like that and WE WERE acting like adults.
Then he called for back up. I shit you not, something like 30 cops showed up in two vans. There were sirens. You would think were were running a child porn ring or something. Then the helicopter showed up. There were search lights! For fucks sake! We were on the roof! Where exactly did they think we were going to escape to?
So it turned out that they were stationing cops on the roof until 11 to make sure no one was up there. We realized that this whole thing wasn't about the water at all. Oh no. Now it was that the cops wanted a good view of the fireworks themselves. ASSHOLES!
I kept wondering what would happen if someone was axe-murdered. "Sorry Captain, that we missed the horrible, horrible murder, but you see, I got squirted with a water gun. Twice. I have priorities."
Well, to be fair, some were really cool. But some (including the first one) were truly evil. So we all ended up on the street to watch the show. And after twenty minutes an entirely different cop started freaking out on us that we were not allowed to stand where we were because . . . ummmm . . . I have no idea why. But we were told to leave. Again. So we went further down the Seaport and ended up finding an uncrowded spot with a decent view of the fireworks. Some of it was cut off by buildings, but it was still okay. Not the roof, but not terrible.
After that Joe (Stupid Ex), Joy and I walked to the subway so I could get to Penn (I was freaking sleepy) and ended up at the World Trade Center site, where I have never been. It is freaking huge. I honestly never wanted to go there. I saw enough on the 11th. I didn't linger and gape, I just said my good-byes and got on the train.
Then I came home.
All in all, an interesting day. I'm glad I went into the city instead of staying home. It was fun.
I hope everyone else had a lovely holiday (or day, as the case may be) as well.
And YAY that it is Saturday!
