So this past weekend I attended an event in New York City called Couch Crash 2009. For those of you who dont know what this is, I'll tell you.

Couchcrash is an event organized through Couchsurfing.com. Its basically a massive migration of people to the city of New York, with the sheer purpose of joining up with other couchsurfers and having a riotous good time.

Couchsurfing itself is based around a website that acts as a social networking tool for people looking to offer their couch/spare bed/ floor up to wandering travelers who want to exchange cultural knowledge, stories, drinks and experiences for their stay. The network, however crazy it may sound to you, currently has almost 1,000,000 members, spread over every continent (yes, that includes Antarctica). 

So for couchcrash my roommate and I teamed up with a few other CSers from the capital region and we carpooled down to NYC for the whole weekend of activity (not before I dressed up like a matador and we went to a party in an art museum). 

There were pub crawls, brewery tours, dance parties, a KILLER superhero themed house party, Dim Sum brunch and a scavenger hunt, to name a few things. But this has nothing to do with any of that.

As we stood in the train station around 3 in the morning, after night of heavy drinking and even heavier dancing, I thought I recognized someone. Not a friend or a couchsurfer, but a famous...or rather...mildly famous person. My one friend, belligerently swaying close to the tracks was making me paranoid, but I was pretty sure it was who I thought it was.

He was about 10 feet away to start out, but I think he noticed me trying to figure out who he was. So he walked away, trying not to be associated with the drunken idiots. I followed kinda...not in a sketchy way, but just peeking around the corner to make sure I wasn't imagining things...this caused said individual to make a dash for the opposite end of the station. Someone didn't have his happy pill for the day.

But I know who it was...and it was...dun dun duuuun....Patrick Cassels from college humor dot com and the collegehumor show. So if you are reading this Patrick Cassels...it was fun scaring you away, and I hope to freak you out again soon. By the way, your interior decorator did an awesome job.