Apologies for the lack of posting lately. It took a bit longer than expected to recover from my bachelor party weekend in the NYC; my brain is starting to work again just now. How did I get in such a state? This, for starters:
Some of the boys on this man-trip of manliness at McSorley’s, the oldest continuously operating bar in the US. Their legendary “light or dark” ale is brewed by Pabst, and I have to admit, tastes pretty darn good after oh, i dunno, three rounds. It continues to taste good until you get all the way to 13 rounds, which I think is where we stopped. Really though, I’ve been to McSorley’s a few times before and I’ll say that they’ve got a very decent product for offer. From there:
Brooklyn Brewery. There was stuff in between, yes, but it’s more gin-related than beer-related. I think Jamie’s posted about his and Steve’s tour of Brooklyn Brewery before, so I won’t go into terrible detail, but it was pretty great to see it first hand. What was even greater is that you can walk out of the brewery with a freshly-purchased case of their beer! We couldn’t dream of that in Georgia…which reminds me to mention that maybe predictably, the law to end Georgia’s prohibition on Sunday sales has been held up, again, for another year. Blah, for now.
Our flight (Steve and I) actually arrived to Laguardia airport fifteen minutes ahead of schedule. The captain came over the intercom and welcomed us to New York. He told us we were early and that we should be pulling up to the gate shortly. A few minutes later he announced that there was some congestion on the taxiway and we would be at the gate as soon as possible. About twenty-five minutes later and now ten minutes late we secured our spot at the concourse. After a quick walk to baggage claim we waited for our luggage on one of the two carousels that accommodate the luggage for ALL of the passengers.
After grabbing our bags and making our way outside we were greeted by a long line of people who were also trying to make their way into the bustling city. Finally, a cab for us. We loaded our bags and told the cabbie Sixth avenue and Flatbush and we were on our way; that is until we hit the wonderful New York City traffic. Good news for us cabs now have little TVs in them. When we arrived in Park Slope (one of Brooklyn’s finest neighborhoods) I had to get keys for the apartment from a guy at a restaurant who Matt had left them with. Got the keys. Got into the bulding now had to determine which key opened which lock on their door. After several minutes of trying to get in, the door swings open and Anthony, one of the roomates, is on the other side. He looks at us like we are crazy and says, “can I help you?” at which point we explained that we were Matt and Mark’s friends from Atlanta and would be staying for the weekend. He looked at us then turned around and walked back to his room…nice and awkward, just the way I like it.