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Christmas With Q
Filed under: 11211, 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
(Or: Drinking On Duty)
Last night a good friend of mine— one who I do not see as often as I’d like to— came over for Christmas dinner. The reason I do not see her much is she is a bartender and as a result keeps “vampire hours”. Nonetheless my friend, who we will call “Q”, usually has a host of work stories to share when we do see each other. Some of them are very funny, some of them are not. Which brings me to the subject of this post: as we supped and were getting caught up the subject of the 94th Precinct arose. I found what she had to recount downright disturbing.
Q recounted to me numerous occasions when those who ostensibly protect and serve us would drop by her place of employment seeking something to drink. In uniform. On duty. When one such public servant requested a margarita Q felt compelled to point the beverage in question had alcohol in it. To wit he replied:
A margarita has alcohol in it?
The last time I checked they do. Or should. In any case I can personally attest that my buddy Q makes ’em strong!
Another time Q overheard one officer say to another:
What if (excised— supervisor) smells this on my breath?
Inasmuch as I understand it this issue was quickly resolved and they proceeded to imbibe. As you can imagine my friend does not feel very comfortable being asked by officers on duty to serve them alcoholic beverages. Can you blame her? After all, we are talking about a group of men and women who have to think on their feet and let us not forget: bear firearms. But as the evening wound down I came away with the distinct impression drinking on duty is a fairly common practice.
Why don’t they go to the Turkey’s Nest? Everyone knows they’ll give you drinks to go. That’s where the police go.
Q mused. This is a very good question. Perhaps someone should posit it to our new Commanding Officer?
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Photo Du Jour: He’s BAAAACK!
Filed under: 11222, Dog Shit Signage, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
Some of the more seasoned Greenpointers (and readers of this site) will recognize the handiwork of this person. He/she was once a very prolific anti-dog crap advocates. His (or her) handiwork could often be found on West Street. That is where I found this missive. In front of the Pencil Factory Lofts to be more precise. The following oldie but goody is among yours trulys personal favorites. It hails from 2006.
Could this be a sign we are hearkening back to the salad days of the Garden Spot when its citizenry engaged in niceties such as saying “Dear”, “Please”, “Thank You” and “Fuckmouth”? I can only hope so.
Miss Heather
Spotted On Franklin Street: Now Hiring
2010 is almost over and the Garden Spot Cafe has yet to open. However, this is an encouraging sign. Any and all interested in applying for any of these jobs should contact “Jeff” at the above-listed telephone number. Good luck!
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Ender: Chez Shitty Gets A Very Special Christmas Present!
Filed under: 11222, Criminal Activity, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
(Or: Mystery Solved!)
This is a close-up of our living room window. As you will notice there is has a hole in it. This phenomenon has been the source of considerable debate in Chez Shitty for some time.
How did it get there?
We have asked ourselves. Alas to no avail. Until today and courtesy of Jerzy tearing down the drapery rod gracing said window, that is.
This is what the Mister discovered when he endeavored to hang the aforementioned rod back up. The round item at the far right is a BB. For those of you who are not in the know, these are generally discharged from fire arms. Yup.
Happy Greenpoint Christmas to all, and to all a good-night…
SLH (on the behalf of Miss Heather)
P.S.: The Mister and I have our suspicions as to who was the author of this misdeed. The Mister describes him as follows:
That little bastard who likes to shine the laser pointer in our window.
Urban Fur: Funny Face
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Urban Fur
From India Street.
SLH (on the behalf of Miss Heather)
Greenpoint Street Art Du Jour: Pilus
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Street Art
SLH (on the behalf of Miss Heather)
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Photos Du Jour: Yulehenge
Those of you who have elected to spend this Christmas Day in the Garden Spot and are looking for something to do should swing over to Leonard Street between Calyer Street and Meserole Avenue. That is where you will find this curiosity. It is located on the west side of the street next door the one that started it all!
SLH (on the behalf of Miss Heather)
New York Shitty Photos Du Jour: Garbage Claus?
Last night at T & N Wine & Liquor as the Mister was making his purchases I watched the television there. It was on the news. They reported that Santa Claus was spied flying over Norway.
What a crock of shit.
I thought to myself. Everyone knows Santa does not exist and I failed to see why our news media sees fit to propagate this myth. Then we headed home— and I saw something that forced me to reconsider the existence of fat man in the red suit. Not I only have I come to the conclusion that Santa does in fact exist, but his means of distributing gifts is most decidedly of the four wheeled persuasion.
This Pontiac, to be precise.
I would like to apologize in advance for the lack clarity in these images. They do no adequately convey what is going on here. So I will tell you: this motor vehicle is packed to the ceiling— quite literally— will all manner and variety of Yuletide mirth.
Here’s a shot of the dashboard.
And here’s close-up of some very special treats awaiting delivery into some deserving boy (or girl’s) Christmas stocking: a bicycle helmet, unopened bottle of star anise seed and a Village People LP!
SLH (on the behalf of Miss Heather)
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