You may know, I am hanging out in Brooklyn, New York with four girls I studied with in Mexico. Two live here, and two flew in to visit on the same day as me. So what do we do?
We go to the Brooklyn Tavern (3rd between State and Atlantic). $5 well martinis, $2 Bud Light, $3 Carlsberg, a comfy-ass couch, fireplace, $1 Jello shots, and a deer hunting video game. Odd.
In the bathroom of the Brooklyn Tavern, I see a reference to amazing spoken word artist, Saul Williams.
We head to Moe’s (Lafeyette and S. Portland/Oxford?). From 5-7:30 strong blended margaritas are $5. We wipe out their supply of subway-themed NYC condoms for souveniers.
We literally turn the corner to eat at Pequen~as. The food is wonderful, but the memories begin to get fuzzy. It is very cold outside.
We head to the subway. I am disappointed by the lack of cat-sized rats…or rats at all.
We get to Bushwick and enter the loft party which is apparently a show with members of Sonic Youth. Hmmm.
It is loud, smoky and sweaty, but we are together, and we have fine malt liquor.
Very fine malt liquor.
We take a car home. It is much nicer than a cab, and there is no meter. We drive past neighborhoods that housed young Lil’ Kim and Jay-Z. We pass out facedown on furniture after our exhausting day of drinking.