Watching You, Watching Me

One of my least favorite places in New York is inundated with lights and people. My niece loves it there, so after the play last night we took a quick stroll through the neon three-ring circus known as Times Square. There's a grandstand at one end and tables with chairs spread along a few of the blocked off streets that converge to form the square. It was 10:30 at night and there was nary a free seat in the house. People sat everywhere to take in the chaos and do a bit of people watching. I just wonder- did they know they were really just watching each other?