Highlight:

Walking back to my apartment, at about 4:00 in the morning, I pass a guy on my block standing next to the open door of his car, blasting hip hop into the night at top volume. A young woman, in pajamas, pokes her head out a nearby window to ask politely if he might turn down the volume. The guy flips her off. Before I can say something, her upstairs neighbor, a gentleman easily in his 70’s, pops out his window as well, and, in true New York style, lets fly with a barrage of eggs. Car guy jumps into his vehicle and gets the hell out of there.

Lowlight:

After several rounds of drinks, one of the Cunningham dancers admits to having recently ended a ten-year relationship with her former high school calculus teacher.

“Why did you finally end it?” someone asks.

“I don’t really know,” she replies. “After a while, it just started feeling really derivative.”