Thurdsday,
May 20th, 2010
Bar None
If my notes about The Bitter End were sketchy, at Bar None, they were non-existent! To wit (in barely legible scrawl):
- Burn one
- ?
Maybe I had no beers here... OK, not likely, I know, but humor me.
We often seem to end up here. Could that be due to the proximity of "P's" apartment to the place? It's loud and dingy. There's nothing special about it, but the place does allow people to let their hair down in relative anonymity.
One of "P's" colleague from work just happened to be there and joined our table. Apparently, she was camera-shy. Was that because she...
- Hates how she looks on camera?
- Was concerned about her face being plastered all over the Internet?
- Didn't want to be associated with the likes of buccaneers such as we?
- Is preparing for a workplace harrassment suit involving "P"?
History may never know the answer, but after a full evening, things petered out fairly quickly at the Barn.
I ducked out to another bar, Macri Park in Williamsburgh, where some friends were deejaying. The event was Fuzzanova, a South American 60s Freak Out Party. Fortunately, the draft selection here was pretty pedestrian. This kept me out of trouble.
Somehow, after all of this, I managed to get myself back to Manhattan and made my way to the right train home. Another happy landing.
