So, If I Move to Brooklyn, I Don't Have to Work?

Yesterday, I had to go to Brooklyn on "business." When I got off the train, the surrounding immediately felt familiar: sort of foggy, warm but with a very sharp nip in the air, many young people milling about or maxin' at cafes even though it was 2:30pm on a Monday--was I in Brooklyn or had I somehow taken the super ultra bullet train out to SF? It was crazy, it was totally like a Saturday afternoon--or like everyday I lived in San Francisco. There was this one summer when we didn't have jobs and instead tooled around the streets of SF or went out to Marin County and drank marguritas at Guaymas. So fabulous. But anyway, I went out to B-lyn to pick up some extra concert tickets for Franz Ferdinand (they have many left at Earwax on Bedford and 5th). At first I was apprehendive,would they deny me tickets because I live north of 14th street? Did FF suddenly become "5 minutes ago" and nobody told me? Did it sell out already and would I have to run from the laughter of a thousand hipsters (I mean really how could you possibly think there would still be tickets available...). None of these things happened. I got my tickets. I came back to the NYC. I had moules frites. Oh wait THIS is best part of my trip over the bridge...I was walking down the street and I heard someone playing Dino. Then I was crossing the street and I notice this guy hanging out of his car sarenading me. Blush. Thanks guy, you made my day.