Don’t you just love New York in the Fall- Dec 04, 2016.
I know technically it’s fall until Dec 21 but come on. Fall lasts from Labor Day Monday to Thanksgiving. Thereafter it is Christmas Season/winter. You want Fall in NY, next time is mid-October to Halloween.
Need to find a place that’s like and even mix of both, with no true winter. That’s where I want to live. In the northeast, peak Fall lasts about 3 weeks. But it’s a great 3 weeks.
Okay, so other end of the block that The Slaughtered Lamb is on is Blind Tiger. Haven’t done HOTD. Not huge on college football (my school didn’t have a team) but I go to Legends in Midtown for English football and upstairs it’s also a big LSU bar so I’ve stuck around there for games a lot, kind of adopted them as my college team by default.
Admittedly it’s not great to watch sports because there’s only one TV in the corner and it’s not big.But, it’s right down the block from Down the Hatch which if you’ve never been is a great bar for football of all kinds.
One of, if not the greatest craft beer bar in New York is called The Blind Tiger, and it’s directly around the corner from the building used for the exterior establishing shots in Friends in the West Village. For both the beer and nostalgia, I strongly recommend you try it if you’re in New York, and I strongly recommend you go in the fall.
Alberta is like the Texas of Canada and Trudeau is like the Obama/Clinton/Lena Dunham of Canada rolled into one. Knowing the minimal about Canadian politics that I do I find it hard to believe that of all the provences/territories he could have forgot, Alberta just happened to be it and it was accidental.
I’m sorry but I don’t have sympathy for someone who had to deal with pretentious, self righteous assholes in Brooklyn, particularly Williamsburg. You knew what you were walking into, or should have.
Meh me all you want, I read the first 2 books when they came out, got halfway through to the third and finally admitted to myself, “This is stupid, why am I reading this?” The answer was b/c all of my friends were, but even that peer pressure and desire to fit in wasn’t enough to keep me going. To this day, don’t understand why it’s so popular, especially with adults.
Jerry: What is it with the hug? Why does every one need to hug these days? What happened to a good old fashioned handshake?
George: Are you saying you’re, anti-hug?
Jerry: Yeah, you know what, I am. I’m anti-hug!
George: He’s anti-hug folkes! The man is anti-hug!
Kramer: Oh I love the hug. Can’t get enough of the hug. You know my fried Bob Sacamano? He gives away *free hugs* in Times Square, sometimes I go join him.
You just read all of that in their respective voices.
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Don’t you just love New York in the Fall- Dec 04, 2016.
I know technically it’s fall until Dec 21 but come on. Fall lasts from Labor Day Monday to Thanksgiving. Thereafter it is Christmas Season/winter. You want Fall in NY, next time is mid-October to Halloween.
Need to find a place that’s like and even mix of both, with no true winter. That’s where I want to live. In the northeast, peak Fall lasts about 3 weeks. But it’s a great 3 weeks.
Okay, so other end of the block that The Slaughtered Lamb is on is Blind Tiger. Haven’t done HOTD. Not huge on college football (my school didn’t have a team) but I go to Legends in Midtown for English football and upstairs it’s also a big LSU bar so I’ve stuck around there for games a lot, kind of adopted them as my college team by default.
Admittedly it’s not great to watch sports because there’s only one TV in the corner and it’s not big.But, it’s right down the block from Down the Hatch which if you’ve never been is a great bar for football of all kinds.
One of, if not the greatest craft beer bar in New York is called The Blind Tiger, and it’s directly around the corner from the building used for the exterior establishing shots in Friends in the West Village. For both the beer and nostalgia, I strongly recommend you try it if you’re in New York, and I strongly recommend you go in the fall.
You’re swingers, aren’t you?
You’re my opinion twin Duda and fuck GoT.
You’ve got white girls jiggin’ off the tables this is RIDICULOUS!
When’s Dornopalooza to celebrate your re-release back into the wild?
At least it’s not ghosts. That’d be weird, right?
Qdoba > Chipotle don’t @ me
Question: Is Roger Dorn a kiddie fiddler?
Answer: Most definitely.
Alberta is like the Texas of Canada and Trudeau is like the Obama/Clinton/Lena Dunham of Canada rolled into one. Knowing the minimal about Canadian politics that I do I find it hard to believe that of all the provences/territories he could have forgot, Alberta just happened to be it and it was accidental.
I’m sorry but I don’t have sympathy for someone who had to deal with pretentious, self righteous assholes in Brooklyn, particularly Williamsburg. You knew what you were walking into, or should have.
Well, you went to a bar at a tourist attraction that’s your fault. O’Haras was about 2 blocks away, try that next time.
Elaborate?
Meh me all you want, I read the first 2 books when they came out, got halfway through to the third and finally admitted to myself, “This is stupid, why am I reading this?” The answer was b/c all of my friends were, but even that peer pressure and desire to fit in wasn’t enough to keep me going. To this day, don’t understand why it’s so popular, especially with adults.
I’m 31 and Face Timing annoys the shit out of me. Also don’t know any other early 30’s/late 20’s who are into it. Do prefer texting though.
Side note I should get that guy in touch with my father who is 59, dating a 27 y/o.
I hope the video gets leaked
Jerry: What is it with the hug? Why does every one need to hug these days? What happened to a good old fashioned handshake?
George: Are you saying you’re, anti-hug?
Jerry: Yeah, you know what, I am. I’m anti-hug!
George: He’s anti-hug folkes! The man is anti-hug!
Kramer: Oh I love the hug. Can’t get enough of the hug. You know my fried Bob Sacamano? He gives away *free hugs* in Times Square, sometimes I go join him.
You just read all of that in their respective voices.