December 17, 2003
Just a little New York story
I visited my hometown of Brooklyn on Monday night. I borrowed my mother's car to return to Manhattan and assured her I would bring it back on Tuesday. When I got back to Manhattan, I was going to put the car in a high priced parking lot. By the most holiest of miracles, I found a legal parking spot right behind my building which didn't require me to move my car by 8am. I called my mother on Tuesday morning and asked her if I could bring it back on Wednesday instead, since I had by some freakish chance found a spot. She said that would be fine.
Tonight, I was heading home from a party and had some time to kill before going to Oschism's house to watch a Reagan documentary (that's right, I'm a geek, what of it). I was a little early so decided to do something I frequently do when I have a car and some time: drive to Rao's restaurant on 114th street and beg them for a reservation. The last time I stopped by they told me they were booked through 2004 and they would start taking reservations for 2005 sometime in late 2003. Yes, I'm freaking serious.
I called my brother as I drove and told him where I was going. He said 'why, so they can laugh at you?' Ha. Ha. Then he said 'wait, are you driving?' And I said 'yes'. And he said 'you took the car out of a legal spot?' I started laughing and said 'you know about my parking spot?' He said 'everyone knows about your parking spot.'
Well, the guy at Rao's didn't laugh, per se, and he did give me some good tips on how to score a reservation. And, by the strangest 'lightning strikes twice in one spot' coincidence, I found a parking spot tonight, same place as last night. I was so confused that I asked a traffic cop on the block if I was dreaming. But no, it's a legal spot and it's all mine. Stunning.
P.S If someone can get me into Rao's, I'm buying.