Hi-ho, the merrio, to DOWN THE HATCH we go!

Last night was one of those nights I could write an epic about...but won't, because of the usual -- i'm tired AND have far too much on my mind. I'm pissed I missed writing yesterday...I vowed I'd blog daily in December. In short, I hung out with a friend I have not seen in 15 YEARS. More than that, actually. It's just staggering...as is the fact of how relatively easy it was to spend time with him. Less awkward than surreal...on countless levels, the biggest one of which I don't even wanna talk about. Maybe I will at some point, but not now. It's one of those Blog Moments where it's something Really Deep and potentially worthwhile for others to hear, but at the same time, too personal. It was sort of a conversation I'd imagined having for more than 18 years...and there I was, suddenly having it, as I walked down a West Village street. Damn. It's almost TOO big. Very LIFETIME movie of the week, isn't this? Oh, so after a couple drinks in The Hometown (!?!), we randomly hit the city...Bleecker Bob's and then Down The Hatch for $2.50 pints of Sam Adams. YAY! I could write paragraphs solely on DOWN THE HATCH. I picked it for nostalgia's sake. Glad I did, even though the entire time I was there, I felt like I was staring at the Ghosts of Gary and His Friends Past. Same smell, same set-up, same decibal level, same bouncer-just-inside-the-door...except now, he felt no need to card me. WAAAHHHH...do I really look older than 21?! So that's that...a very brief summary of my fantastic Wednesday night out with a friend I've now known for 20 years...yet haven't seen in more than fifteen. *He also made me realize yet again my fondness for NYC.