Today I rode with a mass of Mets fans on the 7 train to Shea Stadium during rush hour. It was one of the most unpleasant experiences of my life. As I texted my friend from the train, “this is like a fucking game of twister right now.” Legs, arms, smelly body parts…everywhere. Fortunately, as I waited for my friend outside Gate B of the stadium, I saw someone (something?) that definitely lifted my spirits:
In case you can’t tell, that is a man wearing a very lovely white prom dress, complete with a yellow beard, red stockings, a multi-colored dyed poodle in his arms, and a parrot adorning the top of his head. And he’s parking his bike.
People didn’t attempt to hide their stares as he tooted his horn (literally) and strutted through the crowd. I didn’t attempt to hide my blackberry as I zoomed in and took a picture. I figured, hey, if you’re going to dress up as a crazy, drag form of Madonna, you’ve got to expect some attention.
This is why I love New York. You never know what you’re going to see next.