brooklyn gal for a while

Happy New Beer!

This was our salute to strangers last night. my, weren't we clever!?!
Well, I feel I finally had a night that might rival that of my NYC partying brother*. well, maybe.

It started in the slope with 6 lovely ladies, moved on to a fabulous apt in the east village. We drank CB's booze, tried on all his hats, a papermache rooster was involved, toasted in the new year and then headed out with these 2 rather young dudes we had just met.

Now the original "plan"** was to go dancing at some place on 23rd. But now it seemed we were going to go to a bar on 52nd that these guys liked. You may ask yourself, as I did then, WHY are trucking all the way up there when there are a lot quality establishments near by? Well, it turns out we did it for the ride. One of the dude's had a driver with a huge car (Expedition?). So we all piled in and upon arriving to said bar, finding a $20 cover, promtly left the boys to go to the irish pub across the street.

There were actual Irish people in this bar and they were singing/chanting something or other. When we tried to inquire about the song and join in the fun we were met with several evil eyes. So we went back to our table and tried to think of something WE could sing . . . it turns out that 6 gals from the MD/VA area could only come up with "Hail to the Redskins" which we promtly belted on repeat for everyone's enjoyment. When that got old we headed back downtown. (bummer, had to take a cab like regular folk)

We went to Doc Holliday's *** This part is a bit of a blur, but there was dancing, on the bar by some, mooning by others and a kinda green J. So J and I headed to the street again in search of a cab to Brooklyn.

there was some sleep

then, re-meet the gals on the F to Coney Island for the Polar bear swim! We hesitantly made our way in, joined a congo-line through the water, and shimmied ourselves to shore. I really thought a dip in 42 degree water might shock the hang-over out of me. And it did for a bit.

On the train back to the slope with LA I thought about my adventure the last day and how much NYC can offer . . . now, if only it had a greasy Buiscuitville, my body would be happy too.


*BK, I'll never meet your standards . . . but I did meet someone else who had lived the edward fortyhands experience
** Do 6 drunk girls ever truely have a "plan" other than to follow the fun?
*** Everyone else had not only heard of this bar before, but been there, even the out-of-towners. Myself, not only was it new, but I kept thinking of that Michael J. Fox movie

posted by gordian knot @ Sunday, January 01, 2006