Culture on the Cheap
The Family That Pees Together, Stays Together
I have spent the entire day holed up in my apartment. This was not by choice, either; my husband’s new computer was to arrive today “between 8:00 a.m. and 12:00 p.m.”. As of 5:18 p.m., it hasn’t.
As a result I have spent much of today pacing around the apartment and posting pictures to Leonard Lopate’s The Worst Buildings of New York Flickr photo pool. Thankfully, Icky in Brooklyn witnessed another act of public urination today to spice up my otherwise painfully boring afternoon. He writes:
Pissing on the Avenue and a ride on Daddy’s shoulders … now that’s what I call an afternoon out.
So do I, kiddo. So do I.
Prospect Park West papasans are much more “hands on” than their Greenpoint counterparts. Per my hairdresser, Toni (from Zoe’s Beauty Salon & Spa), the father and son bonding on Greenpoint Avenue is limited to a toddler dropping his pants and shaking his hips as he pees, much to the amusement and admiration of his proud beer-swilling father. I have been told the overall effect is not unlike that of a lawn sprinkler.