To go into Manhattan later and feel guilty because my mom implored me not to due to the ‘credible’ threat of a terrorist attack this weekend or not to go into Manhattan later and feel stupid because really…just, really?
Guilty or stupid? The lady, or the tiger?
Let’s be honest here. I put my life in my hands at least 6 times/week, driving to and from work in rush hour traffic on two major parkways populated by BMW-driving jerks. Or, you know, in myriad other ways simply by living.
I told my mom that when your number’s up, it’s up, and I don’t think staying in Queens is going to change that. She told me when I have kids, I’ll eat those words. Maybe. Probably. But that will be then and this is now.
So, basically, do I let the terrorists win by not drinking on a boat with my friends?
