What NYC commute would be complete without something completely random and unexpected happening just a few uncomfortable inches from your face? Enter the flash mariachi squad. Bop bop ba da di dop!
These guys burst through the door like an instant parade and were pretty good. Unfortunately, it was a tough crowd. There were a few claps but I didn’t see many dollar bills changing hands after their song. Then, a few seconds later a the train pulled into the station they were gone, off to entertain another car.
I saw these guys on the train (I think the same mariachi band, how many can there be?) with Isabel and one of them shook his booty at us, and then got in very close, touching/rubbing my knees. It was pretty unique to say the least.