Three points, of varying importance
The only disappointing thing was that no one commented on my hip-to-be-a-geek Firefly t-shirt.
2) Here is a creepy thing.
3) Okay, so, I just got hit on in the scariest way at the dog bar. In case I wind up in a dumpster somewhere: His name is Billy. He's an electrician, and he's working on a project on Hunter's Point Avenue. He's from Long Island, he likes Jameson's, and he kind of has no neck.