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When you're a Triumvir, every pubnight is like your birthday pubnight! Although, this is actually my birthday pubnight, 2 weeks late. And most pubnights aren't like this one, really. For me, that is.
Anyway, I'm now a year older, an oldywed, and a brooklynite. I'm still 2 years younger than Brett Favre, who is still ripping up the NFL at 40. (That's a football reference. "Football" is the sport with the prolate spheriod "ball.") (A "sport" is like larping with points.) And I'm 10 years younger than Susan Boyle. So I'm planning on being a Singing Quarterback playing American Football with a British accent when I grow up. I've got time.
This week's bar is kind of like a restaurant with a barrish area that calls itself a cafe. It's beer and wine and food -- no hard liquor, so you'll have to sneak in a flask. We've got a space at the front. The password is "pubnight" or just flash the Maitre D.
Ok, don't flash the Maitre D. It's not his birthday.
ciao
Vineel, Jocelyn, Rebecca, et. al.