Reason #1 for being Drunk In Penn

In my regular non website running occupation I am a bartender in the lovely big apple. On the rare night that I get off from work I tend to frequent other watering holes in the city. Last night my part time web blogging partner Corrado and his cousin from across the pond went down to the meat packing district to check out some place called Brass Monkey. Since we were passing Hogs and Heifers on the way we decided to stop in for at least one drink to show him the joint. That one drink turned into the entire night and I must say it was a much better time the I last remembered the place about 8 years ago. The girls on the megaphone and spitting fire was a highlight and Alexis the bartender kept me entertained while she dug into this one jerkoff for his hideous sweater. They are the reason I was Drunk In Penn. We never made it to that other bar but my pocket is empty and I have the hangover to prove that I had a great time. TIP YOUR BARTENDERS! Good job girls!