Day 88—Wednesday, April 7th
I had a horrible, horrible, horrible night at work. Did I mention it was horrible? I know better than to write about specifics regarding my job on a public website, but take my word for it, it was fucking horrible. I’ve had bad nights at work before, and I always manage to make it to the bar and be Mr. Friendly 365 Bars Guy. Well that shit isn’t happening tonight. I’m going to the bar, but I am not going to be the life of any party. I’m too tired to write much here as it’s just a little after three am. I have to go to a bar close by work to make my three beer limit and I’m too tired to even rant. So here goes (almost) nothing. I’ll try and do better tonight. Let’s go before they call last call.
Mustang Harry's. La de fucking da.
Here's the bar, let's get the three drink minimum and get the fuck out of Dodge.
They got booze and food in here and it’s pretty big. It’s about a block away from Madison Square Garden, so if you’re going to some dumb fucking concert or some stupid-ass sporting deal, you could come here before or after. I really don’t give a flying fuck. Okay, I’m done, fuck it.
352 7th Avenue (Between 30 and 31st St.)