I’ve spent part of the past three weekends “out east,” which means spending a lot of time in mostly deserted Queens subway stations at 1.30AM. (You’d be surprised how many people have their kids – babies, toddlers, and 10-year-olds alike – on the trains at that hour.) If I didn’t love where I live in Manhattan so much, I’d be very tempted to move to Astoria or Forest Hills. It seems positively pastoral compared to the city.
(The title of this post refers to Catalina, Courtney, and Jess – my Queens-dwelling gaggle of friends.)