This past Friday night in New York City was one of the best happy hours I have attended in a long time. There were about twenty-five attendees at peak, although as I understand it there were considerably more people at the Hong Kong Happy Hour the week before (about seventy to eighty people). New York had competition, and as though mindful of that, the good times were even more free-flowing than usual.
The crowd this time was largely new faces, although it was a pleasure to see the familiar mugs oftrailmix8, Gekko21, guerrillagrrl, shorttheworld, and of course TNA in attendance. Some catching up was certainly in order over some quality brews, and although it started out as a small group of people, the Galway Hooker waitstaff were soon very busy indeed with the influx of hungry and thirsty simians.
It had been a long week for many of us, and enjoying a few Ommegang Rare Vos abbey ales was necessary (as I did). It was a night that called out mightily for the attendance of Senor Frieds, but he had a more than valid reason for being absent. To be honest--if you know Frieds at all, this evening probably would have gone from the Galway Hooker to late-night eats, to the well-stocked whiskey bar, to the cigar lounge until the sun came up. But next time, dear monkeys, next time.
Some of the memories I remember more clearly are:
1. Shorttheworld regaling us with his adventures with AndyLouis in the fine metropolis of Buenos Aires, during which it was agreed upon that it could legitimately be filmed as a buddy-cop action comedy (similar to Rush Hour);
2. Me becoming so offended at someone's unfamiliarity with The Police so as to sing "Message In A Bottle," "Walking On the Moon," "Every Breath You Take," "King of Pain," "Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic," and of course "Roxanne" to them over the course of the night;
3. Being demanded to demonstrate my prowess at both forms of the death metal growl (the deep, guttural, Cannibal Corpse style and the high, screech-y Cradle of Filth style), and just as quickly being demanded to stop;
4. Watching various bargoers yell in agony before ordering more drinks to cover up the fact that their NCAA brackets had been devastated before their very eyes, including one very upset UCLA fan;
5. Leaving at one o clock in the morning to catch one of the last trains, and still seeing about half the crowd continuing to party.
Traditionally, New York happy hours are held on Thursdays, but perhaps Friday nights may happen more often due to the success of this last one. And hey--if you're gonna stay out late, you might as well stay out late with WallStreetOasis.
See you all next time--those who I met, it was a pleasure, and we hope to see you all again!
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