Pt 25
It was a really weird feeling inside Fat Annie's. I wonder if it was just me. Tons of Nutters still there but yet I really wasn't able to get myself to get into any serious conversation with anyone. I figured what all I really needed probably was another drink and then things would be ok. But then I found out that Fat Annies was no longer serving drinks.
FUCK!!!! City that never sleeps my ASS. I guess I'm too use to Vegas, were there is no closing time. So we all decided to head over to an Irish Pub near MSG. The problem is that it seems to take FOREVER to get people to head over.
Eventually, the crowd begin to head towards the Irish Pub. On the way over, we pass the area of MSG where the gear is being loaded into trucks. There I see a lone fan waiting, apparantly hoping that one of the Boys will come out and say hi or something. This was something that I normally do so it wouldn't have been so odd except that it was like 2 or 2:30 in the morning in NYC and I swear this girl was only like 14 or 15. One of us, can remember who, went over to talk to the girl. I'm not sure that they talked about, and I hope every thing turned out ok. I later remembered that I'm pretty sure I saw this same girl in the front row in the Hyde Park video.
So our motley crew filters into the Irish bar, which still has a good number of people at the bar but no one at the tables. So a few of approach the bar for a drink and we find out THEY WON'T SERVE US!!!
FUCK!!! Are you kidding? A lot of us are upset. But then one of use is told that this was a misunderstanding and that they WOULD serve us. So we push together a few table and sit. But shortly there after, we learned that they will NOT be serving us. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!! So we all get up determined to find another place to drink. I think DAO and Jennym and maybe a few others stayed behind because they believed they would be able to get served (still don't know if they ever did, but my gut says they did).
Someone remembered from earlier that the Tick Tock Diner had a liquor license, so the plan was to go there for drinks given that it was maybe only 50 yards away. I really wasn't in the mood for going to a diner to drink, so Vermontfan and I duck out to the Duane Ready across the street to get some water and to access our options.
We get some water and the crash happens. Keep in mind, I flew over on the red eye that morning and hadn't slept the night before. So I made the call. I was going to call it a night. VTfan had a LOT of great ber in the hotel room. But the big thing was that I didn't want to have to say goodbye to everyone. I dreaded that thought, especially since I feel that I hadn't properly gotten to get to know everyone yet. I had seen Empty completely breakdown in tears back at Fat Annie's earlier that night when she started her goodbyes, and I didn't want to follow suit. So I just chicken out. Sorry everyone. I truly am sorry for this to everyone who was there.
So VTfan and I got back to our room and began drink some awesome Belgian beers. We turned on the television hoping to catch some news on the Favre trade to the Jets. All day, we had seen stories about this one the news but never with any accompanying sound. So we go through all the channel but nothing on about Favre. No ESPN news even. FUCK. Oh well. The beer is the last straw and I quickly essentially pass out.
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
There is no bigger gong.