On Saturday morning Mer and I got up bright and early and took the A train out to Rockaway Beach! Fuck the Broadchannel shuttle transfer to the 118th St. Beach! We stayed on the A all the way out to 60th Street and go to the (sorta sketchy, but always totally empty) beach out there in the middle of nowhere.
...until he'd almost fall out of his seat, than he'd sit bolt upright and the whole process would start all over again. It was really crazy to watch! I can't imagine having that as a medical condition. It was funny to watch everyone on the subway try to pretend they weren't totally staring.
Later that evening, Mer and I headed out to Park Slope to visit Ross and Jordana (who used to live out in LA and you may remember from such entries as Trip to California: Part 5!). Anyway, on the subway ride out to Brooklyn, we witnessed a real live narcoleptic! It was amazing! This guy would start out sitting upright reading his magazine, and then his face would slowly fall into the magazine, and then the entire top-half of his body would slowly slump down...
Siege nursing his swollen nuts on the subway ride out to Brooklyn for the surprise party (which he'd totally figured out was coming. I mean, c'mon, birthday or not it's always suspicious when two of your friends are like "Let's hang out in Manhattan for an hour and then go back to your place in Brooklyn.").
