After the Magnetic Field Katrina benefit a few weeks back, I wasWASTED. I stumbled home and along the way I lost three CDs I got athe gig. One I bought from Bazooka Joe, one I won and the other wasthe Von Ghouls disc they recorded at The Skoof Sound Factory. I was bummed.
Saturday I was running around doing errands in Manhattan and while onthe subway a little old Asian lady came up to me to ask directions. I'm fairly certain it was because I was wearing a Superman t-shirt. Anyway, she didn't speak a word of English besides "Six" and washolding a piece of paper that said "South Ferry" on it. I took her from the N&R station over to the the 6 train and gave herwhat little I could in the way of instructions and sent her on herway.
Everything took longer than I expected and I was rushing home at 5:45to meet up with Larry and go BACK into the city for my birthdaydinner. I grabbed a cab from the PATH station back to my house.
Whenwe got to my door, the cabbie mentioned that I had been in his cab afew weeks earlier, very drunk (he did the glass tipping pantomime) and asked if I had a lost a CD. Turns out he had found all the CDs and kept them in his glovecompartment, and gave them back to me.
How cool is that?
