So How Long Have You Been a Trapeze Artist?

That's the latest addition to my "Top Ten Lines Overheard on the L Train" list. Overheard it tonight on my way home. Unfortunately, I couldn't make out the woman's answer. But, of course, the 20-something hipster couple got off the train at Bedford Avenue, the first stop in Williamsburg--and, as Victor pointed out when I told him about the trapeze line, the closest stop to Galapagos: "art, music, dance, theater and performance space, gallery and bar" and host of the famous "Galapagos Floating Vaudeville Night Tango on a trapeze".
Only in Williamsburg.
Me? I was on my way home from a dinner and a movie with my married friend Jen. We'd seen "Ray," the Ray Charles bio-pic. It was good, but dragged on a bit too long, particularly since we'd skipped dinner to catch the 6:40 show. Then we had pseudo-panini sandwiches and tea at a Cosi down the street (I was feeling too cold, hungry, and cheap to venture much further). And I was home by 10:45 pm. And sober--unlike just about everyone else as on the L train with me.