From November 6-9 in Dumbo under the bridge was the first ever NY Festival of lights. And the lights sure we’re pretty. The DJ played some throwback hits and the crowd got up close and personal. At one point a girl who was on someone’s shoulder had her butt on my head. We should have realised it would be chaos when it took us about half an hour to get out of the subway, one excruciating step at a time. In the end the lights were pretty enough that I thought it was worth the hike, but only once.