My boss told me to call a car service to take me to and from tonight's division party since I was bringing all of the party props and favors to the bar we had rented out. I'm such a dork, but I had to take some photos of my first New York City car service.
Crossing 8th Avenue to set up the bar for our party
The inside of a Lincoln Town Car may be nicer, but I still prefer the "quintessential New York [view]" of the city from the back of an N.Y.C. taxi.
After the party heading back to the office
The reflection of my cubicle in my boss's office window
Passing through Times Square on my way home last night
And during another recent evening commute, the subway window briefly framed the performer who had provided some decent platform entertainment.
He was playing a guitar and singing a song about Virginia and his Blueridge Mountain Home.