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No, not that one. The one on 51st. Yeah, that's the one, 'cuz it's bigger than the other one.
About January 16 -- On this date in 1874 poet Robert Service was born and in 1920 the (unsuccessful) nationwide prohibition went into effect. In 1959 Sade was born. In 1973 actress Josie Davis was born, later to play the younger sister on Charles in Charge (the one who didn't subsequently get huge implants), followed a year later by heroin-chic poster girl Kate Moss. In 1976 the music and variety show "Donny and Marie"premiered and in 1991 the Gulf War began.
How does this all connect to our choice of this week's PubNight location, you might wonder? Well, it doesn't. I turned 41 this past Saturday, thereby gaining me a PN choice for the week. I had a very tasty chicken sandwich at the House of Brews last week and I wanted a reason to return. So join us in a good meal, some fine drinks, and a big F.U. to the late Temperance Movement.
See you on West 51st Street. We'll be upstairs.
Petro, Triumvirate Emeritus...and the current top brass
PS - a few PN-friendly Robert Service excerpts for you. See full poems at:
http://www.gutenberg.org/etext/207
from "The Parson's Son"
This mining is only a gamble; the worst is as good as the best;
I was in with the bunch and I might have come out right on top with the rest;
With Cormack, Ladue and Macdonald -- O God! but it's hell to think
Of the thousands and thousands I've squandered on cards and women and drink.
from "The Rhyme of the Restless Ones"
We couldn't sit and study for the law;
The stagnation of a bank we couldn't stand;
For our riot blood was surging, and we didn't need much urging
To excitements and excesses that are banned.
So we took to wine and drink and other things,
And the devil in us struggled to be free;
Till our friends rose up in wrath, and they pointed out the path,
And they paid our debts and packed us o'er the sea.
....
And you'll find us in Alaska after gold,
And you'll find us herding cattle in the South.
We like strong drink and fun, and, when the race is run,
We often die with curses in our mouth.
We are wild as colts unbroke, but never mean.
Of our sins we've shoulders broad to bear the blame;
But we'll never stay in town and we'll never settle down,
And we'll never have an object or an aim.
from "New Year's Eve" (I should use this as a match.com profile, perhaps)
They'll jeer at me, and they'll sneer at me,
and they'll call me a whiskey soak;
("Have a drink? Well, thankee kindly, sir, I don't mind if I do.")
A drivelling, dirty, gin-joint fiend, the butt of the bar-room joke;
Sunk and sodden and hopeless -- "Another? Well, here's to you!"