This past weekend is the only time I ever actually consider joining the Navy. Everywhere you go on the subway all weekend long, it is nonstop sailors with hot women on their arms.
Getting done up in those dress whites is like some sort of magical hot-girl catnip or something. They have to fight them off with a stick.
The best part is when you see them riding around in neighborhoods no where near the tourist areas. Seeing them in groups down in the Village or Time Square is one thing. Seeing them riding around the East 90’s is another story.
Without fail, every year I see a lone sailor riding back down to the ship from waaaaay uptown. It’s the arm forces walk of shame, yet there’s nothing to be ashamed of.
I’ve never done anything close to any kind of military service. I’m curious about what it is like on board those ships the day they find out they’ve been selected to come to NYC for Fleet Week. It must be like Christmas for the single, 18-30 year old men on board.
Keep up the good work boys (and girls).
SUBWAYblogger 
On July 4th at around 10:30 pm we saw a caucasion male laying passed out (hopefully) with his pants down on the vernon jackson stop in queens. We were on the platform on the other side waiting to go back to the city. My husband was calling out to him and through some ice chips to wake him up but nothing worked. When we got to times square we told some cops. Hope he was ok. Did anyone else hear anything about that? Felt bad for him.
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