I love The Twitter. We all (well, a bunch of editorial dept peeps) Tweet as "Metroland," which, given how different we are, makes our Twitter personality kinda insane.
This morning, for example, I Tweeted 'bout riding the Quail Street Belt bus through the college areas (Quail & Washington to Quail & Madison) and seeing a bunch of drunken ass-clowns in green T-shirts and wrote that they were an unpleasant sight. Someone else posted a few hours later, in a more pro-St. Patrick's Day mood, with the suggestion that y'all happy St. Paddy's Day revelers should post yer pics to our Facebook page.
This brings me to the telling commentary of a couple of women on the bus about the very public drinking by the green-clad celebrants, to the effect that SOME PEOPLE can do what they want while OTHER PEOPLE get busted for open container.
I sympathize. But then I can remember when "African American Family Day" at the Empire State Plaza was the Black Arts Festival, and attendees could buy a Goddamned beer. Which now they cannot.