Thurdsday,
September 20, 2007

Not much to report here. It was a mellow night—it almost didn't even happen. At 7:30, I'd just gotten in the car to head back to New York from work, when I heard from P..

"We drinkin'?"

"Well, I'm up for it..."

"Okay, then."

"I can be there at 8:30."

"Shades of Green?"

"Okay, then."





ArmCam™: Steve, David and P. on the mellow side

By the time I'd driven to Manhattan, parked the car, and changed out of the monkey suit, David was in.

"We drinkin'?"

"I'm meeting P. in Union Square"

"Okay, then."

"Shades of Green."

"I can be there around 8:30."

"Okay, then."

It's a mellow neighborhood Irish bar with Smithwick's and Guinness on tap. It's so mellow, it was hard even to get the Irish barkeep to talk about the old country. Probably 15 people in here, but it's big enough that it felt like there were five. Late season baseball and early college football on the telly. Mets doing their usual late-season sucking. Not a decrepit place, just not much happening here other than good company.

Where are the DNOs of old?