2:29 a.m. - 2004-10-17
Workin' On A Hangover...
It's a good thing that gin does not nail you with a bad hangover.
I chose gin as my beverage of choice this evening, as opposed to wine, which gives you a really funky drunk and a really shitty hangover. The gin drunk is ok - at least no one will hear my life story...over and over...
We ended the day at this place in harlem, Patsy's. We went with EVIL and her husband. Her mother in law was singing there.
Well....let me say that it brought me back in time!
Big time.
She sung all the old Italian songs.
It also had that Godfather feel to it....
I hadn't been to Harlem in ages...and I do mean ages...
I tell you -- we had a really good time. EVIL took pictures...as usual, there was an amazing cast of characters.
The guy who parked the car was interesting. Actually, he didn't quite park it. We kinda got out and gave him the keys. The car stayed where we left it. He wasn't wearing a uniform, nor did he look like anyone who appeared to be remotely qualified to valet a car, but...keys were handed over anyway. I wondered if he actually worked for the place, or if he just really liked the car.
Once inside, it was quite full.
And I do mean quite.
It reminded me of when Browneye and I took a trip to Chicago on Amtrak. We had a sleeper car that was no larger than a closet and every time we had to move or do something, we had to orchestrate complicated maneuvers (well, if you move there and I move here, then I could do this and than I'll move over here and you move just a little over there...no, not too much, I go here and...no, stay right there and than I go here...)every time we had to do something. Going to the bathroom was like a 5 act play.
You couldn't fit any more people in with a shoehorn.
Of course, I decided to wear my wool sweater with the fur collar...I was dying of the heat. Has I worn something light, I would have been freezing.
I picked the wrong night to dress as nanuck of the north.
The pizza was the best I ever had...Oh. My. God.
Yum.
It is interesting to see how the night progresses...once people are feeling good and are feeling their drink somewhat...tables were moved back and people were up dancing.
As is the 30+ rule, the festivities were over before midnight so us old fogies could go home and be in our jammies by 1am.
We do have to do this again sometime.
