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I'm about to make you all very, very angry. Please, restrain yourselves until the email is over.
You see, there is someone who (oh, it's too terrible!) doesn't think PubNight has any interest in going out the night before New Year's Eve. "Who's the dirty traitor bastard?" I hear you cry, all the way from across the city a few minutes from now. "String 'em up!" "I want more wine!" Granted, that last one may have been another of the voices in my head--but that voice definitely counts as a PubNighter, and he or she has seconded my opinion and convinced me that we have consensus.
(Oh, and the traitor is Cindy. Sorry, Cyn, but the clamor in my head has grown louder and I'm afraid of the torches and pitchforks. We'll lift a glass to your memory.)
We (all of us, I'm convinced) return tomorrow to McGee's, a huge and surprisingly pleasant place on the north end of Hell's Kitchen. PN last went there by accident in '02, when the bouncers at the supertrendy original place wouldn't let us in and our backup was unexpectedly a Wendy's. It deserves its own PN for the decent food, the ample space, and the fact that they took on Debbie, one of our favorite bartenders from the late lamented Conker Hill. Even if she's not there the place ain't at all bad.
Come! Have a few drinks and shed the last of your bitterness over what an utterly shitty decade this has been, so we can toast the Tens with pure hearts and good spirits. (All right, with good spirits.)
See you there!
-Mike and all of the many other people who make this happen