I met a genius tonight.

[jbsegal]

So, there's this very large club - Dreams - off NY Ave in DC, behind the Hechts Warehouse.

It closes - at least on Saturdays - at 3 am. (or so)

When we were all leaving the place and heading to our cars or cabs or whatever, what should happen to be outside, but the smartest man in the world... and his hotdog stand.

Boy, did I need that.

Comments

[roadnotes.livejournal.com]

The twenty-four hour bagel place down the block from Mother, in the Meatpacking District, was a stroke of genius and a lifesaver of the same type. (Bagels were pathetic, but just the ability to grab foodlike substance after dancing for hours....)

[cz_unit]

The hot dog or the intellect? I've found that some of the vendors in DC have a wisdom that exceeds what one might expect. I just have to listen.

CZ

Sometimes our occupations choose us. (a humble opinion follows)

[feydn2.livejournal.com]

Some are simply genius/fortunate enough to order their priorities simply:

1. Am I happy?
2. Am I making anyone else miserable?

The rest is all complication and clutter.

[marmota.livejournal.com]

*snerk* Location, location, location. Yup, applies to space AND time. :) Not that I suspect it mattered, but were they good hot dogs?

[foms.livejournal.com]

In Ottawa, in one of the bar districts, fights sometimes broke out at closing time, as the drunks left the bars. No surprise there. For reasons known only to themselves, the city council members decided that the hot dog vendors were to blame. They have barred hot dog vendors from the bar district (someone tell me the silly Greek name for this literary device of using together homophones in a sentence).