NY to Go
Saturday, February 28, 2004
Free Booze
OK, it's actually just a tasting of 20 wines from noon to 6 p.m. at Chelsea Wine Vault -- but I like the sound of "free booze." The folks at this place tend to pour a generous amount for a tasting. Today you can also get a 15 percent discount on cases thanks to their Leap Year sale. Located in the Chelsea Market Building at 9th between 15th and 16th streets.
Friday, February 27, 2004
Art Friday
Check out "Works on Paper" through Sunday at the Seventh Regiment Armory. Items are for sale from exhibitors "hawking affordable works that run the gamut from watercolors to illustrated books," says Time Out New York. Location: 643 Park at 67th Street. Noon to 8 p.m. with a $15 entry fee.
Thursday, February 26, 2004
Church Music
There's a free concert today at 1 p.m. at Trinity Church, located at Broadway and Wall Street. The players are Nick Mancini, vibraphone; Matt Clohesy, bass; and Take Toriyama, drums and percussion.
Wednesday, February 25, 2004
Gotham Gazette's Book Club meets this evening at 6 p.m. to discuss "Dreamland," a historical novel set in 1900s New York, by Kevin Baker. Location: Border's, 100 Broadway between Wall and Pine streets.
Tuesday, February 24, 2004
My Big, Fat Tuesday
If you're looking to celebrate the Mardi Gras, check out City Search's list for tonight.
Monday, February 23, 2004
Taxi Driver Justice
A nice New York story from today's "Metropolitan Diary" column in the New York Times:
There is a corner near Grand Central Terminal where you can often get a cab, even in the rain or during rush hour. People heading for a train don't want to sit through a red light; they get out and run instead.
There are several of us who know this secret. We abide by a strict set of rules. Mainly, first on the corner gets the first cab. It's worked quite well for years.
On the night of a recent snowstorm, I was alone on the corner after the woman there first got her cab. It was a long wait. I was very cold and very wet. Then a cab. Three guys got out, and I headed for the door. Just as I got there, a man and a woman stepped off the sidewalk. He shoved me aside, and they started to get in. I said, "I've been waiting here; it's my cab," but he said, "That's tough," and slammed the door.
The light changed. The cab didn't move. Cars behind it started to honk. Still, the cab didn't move. A minute went by, and the honking got louder. The door opened, the couple got out, and the man muttered to me, "I guess you win."
When I got into the cab and profusely thanked the driver, all he said was, "It was your cab."
