Crown Prince Wilhelm is in New York City on official business, and it's been a long exhausting week, and he wants a drink in a place that will make him feel normal. Not in his ostentatious hotel room, not in the hotel bar where staff will fawn over him, not at one of the high-end places that his mother's contacts in the city would take him to. It's easier to move anonymously through foreign cities than it would be back home, but he wants a taste of the real thing.
He dresses down - no suits tonight - and wanders until something catches his eye. Despite his bodyguards' slight frowns, he ducks into a tiny dive bar down a side street. It's dark inside, all shadows and moody red lighting. The floor is clean but cracked, and none of the furniture matches. It's perfect.
People glance up as he comes in, but aside from a few appraising looks, no one makes a thing of it.
It's only when he's already placed his order - for a cheap beer that he's never heard of and that he's hoping is as shitty as it sounds - that he looks at some of the signage hanging behind the bar and glances around at the clientele and realizes - this is a gay bar.
He freezes with his hand in the bowl of complimentary pretzels. His first instinct is to leave before the bartender comes back. It's been ten years since Erik died, ten years since a 16-year-old Wille had had to stuff all his burgeoning self-understanding back inside his princely exterior. For all intents and purposes, Crown Prince Wilhelm is straight.
He turns to go when someone at his elbow says, "När katten är borta dansar råttorna på bordet."
He doesn't know what the odds are of meeting another Swede in a small bar on another continent. He probably needs to find a printer so he can make this person - this, fuck, very pretty person with earnest dark eyes and tumbling brown curls and a mouth set somewhere between a pout and a smile - sign an NDA. Where the fuck does he find a printer at 11 at night?
Before he can panic much further, the person says, "Hey. It's okay. You're not doing anything wrong."
All Wille's training nearly crumbles away. He feels sixteen again, or maybe younger. His chin quivers, and he's saved only by the arrival of the bartender with his beer.
They talk for hours. Simon Eriksson is from a small town that Wille actually knows, had in fact driven through, years ago, when his brother was still in school near there. Simon doesn't drink but he likes the community at this unpretentious bar. He'd come once to hang up flyers for an event at the LGBTQ center he works at, and he sort of never left. They have a honkytonk piano that doesn't sound half bad when he plays it. Wille meets some of the regulars, all Simon's friends, but mostly they just...talk.
They also dance, swaying slowly, Simon's head on Wille's shoulder, when the bar is starting to empty and the music is getting gentler. Wille's dreams will be painted in red light for weeks.
They don't kiss, though Wille wants to, badly. He thinks Simon wants it too, from the way he tilts forward a little after they've hugged goodbye. He'll wait for Simon to text him at his private number, which Wille has given him - maybe rashly, as they've only known each other for a night. It doesn't make sense, to fall for someone who lives so far away. None of this makes sense. But it's the most right Wille has felt for years.
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Kids cool off by diving into the East River off a pier at Grand Street on the Lower East Side, July 3, 1935. The Williamsburg Bridge is in the background.
Photo: Jack Gordon for the New York Daily News
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Williamsburg Bridge
Economic Catalyst: The bridge has historically played a pivotal role in facilitating economic development and prosperity, serving as a conduit for trade, commuting, and the movement of goods and services between Brooklyn and Manhattan.
Cultural Festivals: The areas surrounding the Williamsburg Bridge have been host to a variety of cultural festivals and events that celebrate the diverse communities and artistic vibrancy of both boroughs.
Public Engagement Initiatives: Local governments and organizations have initiated public engagement initiatives to gather input and feedback from residents and bridge users, ensuring that their voices are heard in matters concerning the bridge's future.
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The Williamsburg Bridge continues to serve as an iconic link between past and present, connecting people, communities, and opportunities in one of the world's most vibrant and dynamic cities. Its ongoing relevance and cultural significance make it a symbol of New York City's enduring vitality.
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The futureNYCSubway: Manhattan-bound G Train [UPDATE]
The futureNYCSubway: Manhattan-bound G Train
I don’t normally like to update older posts on account of letting ideas exist in time. But I have recently come across more information about early plans for the Crosstown Line which pertain specifically to how it could have once ran into Manhattan. I have updated this post with the new information and rewritten certain parts.
Background
What we know as the G train today (or the GG train if…
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Teens cool off by diving into the East River off a pier at Grand Street, on the Lower East Side, July 3, 1935. The Williamsburg Bridge is in the background.
Photo: Jack Gordon for the NY Daily News
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NYC first dog cafe reopens after locals raise $250K
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NYC first dog cafe reopens after locals raise $250K
Lifestyle By Georgia Worrell Published March 16, 2024, 12:49 pm ET It’s time to paw-ty. The Big Apple’s first dog cafe reopened this week after announcing it would be closing for good in February — following a six-figure fundraiser by loving locals. “The reopening kind of felt like returning to school after summer vacation. We’re […]
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