We had the inevitable hangover but braved it and got the subway to Rob's favourite place in the whole wide world Williamsburg, which is in Brooklyn. It's a bit like Chorlton.
We went into a bar called Hugs which was pretty dead, it being a Sunday night and all. There were Frat Boys singing along annoyingly to shit English indie songs and i once again defeated Rob at a shit fairground style ball game. The one thing that wasn't shit was that they served Boddingtons! But it had run out. Shit.
Then we went to Rosemary's another Irish bar, but this time it was amazing! Thanks to their excellent jukebox we got talking to a scary but awesome man called Berk. A local man of Irish descent who came from a thrash-metal background in Brooklyn but was into all types of very good music. We talked to him for hours about all sorts of shite and he veered from being pretty scary to downright amiable which I liked; not knowing where a conversation in going to go makes it more interesting.
We left in good spirits, merry but not annihilated.
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