
You know you're in a classy joint when they serve pretzels in martini glasses.... go check out K.C.'s right off Bell Blvd in Bayside. I hear the owners support the Yankees but the head bartender is a die hard Mets fan. Go figure.
I showed up with about a minute to spare before the 3:19 train home. Missing this train blows. The next is at 5:19 and that only leads to more drinking. Odds are you'll wind up at the end of the line with the conductor kicking you off the train. I had no time to scour the scene for shots so I dont have any exciting photos to post today.
This one is for Corrado. He is currently on the west coast for an Arizona booty call. He's been slackin' big time (even more then I've been) and I am pretty sure I fired him the other night while brown bagging a Colt 45 forty ounce. Hopefully he steps back to the plate when he gets back to NYC.
This girl was miserable....
... and this fuckin' guy talked my ear off about god knows what for the whole ride home.
Drunk #85



