March 24, 2004

New York Trip: Days 3-5 Recap - Fun, Fun, Fun

Wednesday was just as cold, but it didn't snow as much. All the same, I sat in for the whole day, nursing a baby hangover and blogging. I also caught the last 30 minutes of From Justin To Kelly (horrible!!) and watched a bit of the NYC St. Patty's Day parade. I eventually got myself together for a NYC-style St. Patty's Day evening of wanna-be-Irish drunkeness. I met Renee at work and we headed to the Meatpacking District, where the infamous Hogs and Heifers Saloon is located. It purports to be the inspiration for the film Coyote Ugly, and it very well might be, since it's so much like it, but there are 11 saloons around the US called Coyote Ugly Saloon, whose website seems to be more about the girlys. Anyhow, we went there and it was just what I expected. A well-worn looking biker/country bar with little more than a bar, a pool table and huge display of bras ripped/stolen from drunken female patrons (all in the name of breast cancer research). Almost immediately, a middle-aged man bought us a round of drinks - I got a tequila shot and a Bud and Renee got a gin n' tonic - and we were forced to dance on the bar before our drinks were done. I was stone sober, trying to dance to country on a 2-foot wide plank with a crowd of bored-yet-expectant looking dudes on one side and the cute lady bartenders on the other side cheering us on, telling the guys to buy us drinks. But no one did - cheap bastards.

After an eternity, we got down off the bar and took seats at the end. There was a dude there named Doug... Dave... Dan... I forget, but he was there and we talked and he bought me A LOT of drinks. The bartenders got up on the bar and danced to "Devil Went Down to Georgia", stomping on the bar so hard I could feel it shake and making me feel like I had done a damned shitty job up there. Oh well. On the way to the bar, Renee had told me they used to set the bar on fire, but she wasn't sure if they still did because of that big club fire last year... but, sure enough, the manager soon poured some liquor on the bar, and lit it. You'd think the place would go crazy, but they just stood around as if expecting something spectacular to happen but not willing to help make that thing happen. Losers. Sadly, my camera was in my purse that the bartenders were holding for me by the register and I wasn't able to get it in time to show you how cool it was, but you can see a little bit of the last of the fire in this picture

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not sure charlie daniels should ever be played in nyc.

Posted by: The Mighty Jimbo at March 24, 2004 11:28 PM

that picture with the little kids is adorable. =)

Posted by: michele at March 25, 2004 09:52 AM

Screw San Francisco. Move to New York (c:

Posted by: Susan at April 1, 2004 01:09 PM

With the exception of the enviable weather conditions on the West Coast, Susan is right. Screw San Francisco!

Posted by: clint at April 1, 2004 04:39 PM

We just read three stories about New York where Kristina basically couldn't feel her hands 70% of the time she was outdoors. In this same time frame, I wore short sleeves to work all week. I agree that New York has a hell of a lot going for it (I'll be visiting in early May), but let's not discount the Bay Area's tremendous weather conditions.

Posted by: sean at April 1, 2004 11:44 PM

Let's also take into account that one becomes more adaptable to the weather once one has lived in NY. During that same four-day period where she was aparently "freezing," and was scrambling for gloves and scarves and any other form of fabric she could wrap her self in, I was walking around in a light coat enjoying the brisk weather and the snow fall. Spending a few winters in the big bad apple really thickens the blood.

Posted by: Clint at April 2, 2004 04:44 AM

I don't think I could ever get used to it. Fuck snow. My dad always says that he misses his home town and that he wishes he had been able to raise us there, but he would never go back because of the terrible snow... In that case, thank God for snow.

Posted by: Kristina at April 2, 2004 07:46 AM