1) Stay in a hotel. There's a Marriot in Brooklyn that mind as well be in Albany or somewhere on the Pennsylvania Highway. But if we go that far Annie wants to stay in a fancy Manhattan joint. Which is the NY equivalet, to me, of wanting to get a drink but deciding--as too many people do--that it would be best to leave the spacious, affordable bar in your neighborhood where you have friends and high fives and wait in line at some tiny, chic shithole while you trade sneers with complete morons. I assume that if we stay in a chic hotel that there will be blow in the bathroom and that we will have to wait inline to use our own bathroom because young models will be crammed in our bathtub with rolled up traveler's checks up their nostrils.
2) Join the Proust Society at the Mercantile Library and sweat it out there, writing all day. But like all things that cater to the wealthy and don't give a shit about working people, they're closed for August while everyone is in the Hamptons.
3) I could always get wasted at The Pool Bar at Hotel QT but they don't open until five.
4) Take the scoot to one of the many wonderful, free public pools in Brooklyn. But we left the scoot at Beauty Bar last night because Annie and I have this disease that makes us poor drivers when we drink alcohol. They are surprisingly not gross. And if you don't mind young obese children with no parents in sight calling eachother faggots it's not a bad spot.
5) Ride the air conditioned subway all day.
6) Go to the starbucks across the street. It's in a train station mall, so I will feel like I'm wasting my summer at my parent's old house, trolling for ass all hopped-up on foam.
7) Cold showers. Which are never fun or lasting.