A blast of refrigerated air no matter where I go tonight.

- I step out of Tito's place after showing my face to ooh and ahh over his newborn girl, Delaney.

(Gorgeous chica, as newborn babes go. Looks like her momma. Tiny too.)

Brooklyn is definitely a different energy than is Staten Island.

A little flashier, funkier, edgier - and yet more bourgeious.

But JESUS CHRIST, is it cold tonight.

Good thing I stepped out prepared.

- The New York subways, efficient in its own way during the weekdays, becomes anarchic on the weekends.

Thats when trains are rerouted due to maintenance and construction down in the tunnels.

Confused and pissed were the faces having to step on trains that normally go nowhere but going somewhere to replace the trains that usually go somewhere, but are now travelling somewhere else.

Dont be a tourist during the weekends, for thou shalt be fucked.

The subway platforms were also cold tonight. Verily.