The New York City marathon happened today.  The people ran right past my apartment, check it out:
 
  Who knew you could get excited about a marathon?  I guess if you put anything in front of my house and let me watch it from my kitchen, I'll be enthralled.
It doesn't hurt that there was a party atmosphere in street.  It does hurt that there was a craptacular band playing beneath my apartment.  They were the worst band you could ever imagine being forced to listen to at your college bar.  When I walked past them I saw they had Rockstar energy drink stickers on their guitar case.  Bleech, what made it worse was the neat-o drum group right around the corner.  I couldn't hear them because of the stupid band.  
My roommate went and played with the drum group, can you figure out which one he is?
