Have I taken my children for late-night rides into the maelstrom of the city’s tourist district, its neon gravity’s rainbow, its little Las Vegas Strip? I decline to answer, sir, on the grounds that Child Services might be reading. Were I to respond in the affirmative, however, I’d note that my little lambs still fondly recall such not-ready-for-prime-time spectacles as an all-gal fistfight, a bachelorette party bumping and grinding to a street drummer, and the Bang This twins.
Best People Watching
Broadway at 2 A.M. on a Friday
