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Tuesday, July 01, 2003
| SIX...ER..."FIVE" IN THE CITY
Ok, ok... so, there is a lot more to the story when it comes to the NYC trip than what I have already told here. First off...after the musical ended, we played a real life game of a cross between "Where's Waldo?" and "The Amazing Race" in the city that never sleeps. I'll call it, "The Amazing Race to Figure Out Where's Larry Before We Lose So Much Time That We Can't Have Any Fun Because We Will Miss Our Bus Home." The Participants: My peeps--The girls. Myself, Sue, Dawn, and Jen. The Target: Larry--Jen's husband, and proprietor of our favorite hangout, McArdle's Pub. Larry opted to NOT attend the musical, but rather, to aimlessly wander the streets of New York alone and sample libations from various establishments throughout the day. The Destination: McSorely's Old Ale House--Oldest bar in all of New York City. Established in 1854, McSorley's is full of atmosphere (sawdust on the floor; only 2 kinds of beer: "light" or "dark"), and brandishes a sign warning patrons, "Be good or be gone." The Mission: Find Larry at McSorley's by 5:15pm in order to allow enough time to sufficiently hop various bars prior to the bus home's departure time. 4:30pm: Larry phones my cell phone and leaves 2 messages. Message #1: "Hey...you guys...it's me. *Hee hee hee* I have no idea where I am. *click* Message #2: "Hey...it's just me. Calling you again. *Hee hee hee* *click* 4:45pm: First contact with Larry is made. He is on his way to McSorley's. The address, according to him, is 7th & Cooper. That is all we have to go on. We decide to catch a cab. Easier said than done. 5:00pm: We finally catch a cab, and the driver has no clue where McSorely's, OR 7th & Cooper is. We instead decide we'd like to be dropped at Washington Squre Park, thinking we should be close. Little did we know... 5:15pm: We find Officer Ryan on the street and ask directions to McSorley's (he's a nice young cop with a VERY Irish name...he should know, right?). Officer Ryan doesn't drink. Officer Ryan has no clue. He sends us to 7th AVENUE--not 7th STREET. Precious minutes have been wasted in our misdirection. 5:45pm: We have realized our mistake, and after asking for directions at "Tobacco City" we have turned ourselves back around and headed BACK towards the park, and UP the Avenue of the Americas FINALLY towards Cooper SQUARE. (This distinction between STREET and SQUARE is a major sticking point in the reason why we couldn't find "7th & Cooper.") Frantically, we try several times to call Larry back on his cell, to no avail. We would later find out that he cannot hear it ring inside of the packed barroom. 5:55pm: We reach Cooper Square and can almost smell the ale, which is virtually right under our noses. 6:00pm: Miraculously, we finally locate 7th Street, AND the infamous McSorely's Old Ale House. It is quite a FULL Old Ale House upon our arrival, but... There's more to be told tomorrow! Bring your hankys, kids, cause the next story is a true tear-jerker! ¶ Ξ PDawg Composed at 10:47:00 PM |
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