Yesterday, when my troubles lasted all day, I found a place to hide away.

It was one of those days. Nothing worked. I was late for every meeting or the other person was. I got stuck in the subway twice, once in a car with no AC.

You couldn’t get a cab anywhere. And it was hot and muggy.

But I found a place to hide away, The Beastie Boys at Summerstage.

A little beer and a lot of three white jewish rappers from Brooklyn did the trick.

But when the guy in front of me in the super slow beer line ordered 40 beers, I figured it was a fitting end to a day where nothing went right.

Note: Thanks to Brooklyn Vegan where I ganked this photo.