Wow. That was brutal. I seriously think I knocked drinks down at the rate of about two an hour all weekend long.
Had a few quick beers by the office with a superhero-in-training on Thursday afternoon. Headed down to the No Age show at the South Street Seaport with JM, JS and MM on Friday night, and they totally kicked ass. Meandered back up to the LES after dinner at some hole in the wall Italian place (which was totally awesome, actually) and grabbed drinks at Suba before meeting up with KM, CM, NH, CL and her date. Commenced heavy drinking at Local 138 before finally splitting off and calling it a night around 3:30…
Which would have been fine had I not committed to getting up at 9:00 on Saturday morning to meet up with LBJ and BP to head out to Moses Beach. That was rough, but the beach was totally rockin’ it by the time we got out there and, thankfully, you can drink. Kept killing Heinekens steadily until heading back to the city around 6:00 to nap for half a second and then grab dinner at Country (which I’d been meaning to check out) with CL, KM, CM, NH. Great steak tartare and pretty good scallops. I don’t know that I’d put them on par with those at either wd-50 or Bar Blanc, but I’d definitely go back. Post-dinner we ended up making the requisite weekend pilgrimage to WTB to catch the Rub ‘n Tug guys, who absolutely slayed it until pretty late. Wound up drinking until about 6:30 in the morning on CL’s rooftop, and, upon rousing myself from a quick alcohol-hazed nap in the cab on the way home, realized that I’ve totally lost my cell phone. Total bullshit. I seriously think I’ve lost my phone or my Blackberry about four times in the past year. Grr.
Upgraded that shit on Sunday morning (the new Samsung; so far I totally dig it) so I could get in touch with everyone to hit up up the Breeders show… which, in the end, I never made it into. Clocked a pretty heavy warm-up shift on Bedford before walking over only to find (1) a huge line and (2) JS already inside texting us that they were totally sucking. Ended up bailing to drink at Matchless for a while before grabbing sushi and getting absolutely shithoused at my favorite bar in New York.
Good times.
