Ha, har, hardy har... I left Manhattan/Chelsea's post-Oscars party after midnight to return to Brooklyn, which, for the subway, is the fuck-you hour. Sure enough, I walked from 29th Street to the Penn Station/34th Street express line, and waited 20 minutes before I realized that downtown trains were running on the local track—mind you—with no notice. Psych!
Another 20 minutes for the next subway, which then crawled to BK. Good news is that Oscar party guest Stephen, who works for Vanity Fair, delivered party favors with the latest issue, which kept me occupied. Thanks, MTA for getting me home... after 90 minutes. Can't imagine why New Yorkers are unhappy with service cuts.