Thu Mar 23, 2006 5:03 am
Maybe it was the 3& half hour ride up to nyc, maybe it was the getting lost in Brooklyn, maybe it was getting on the wrong subway , or the arriving on the subway at 42nd st. and spilling the cooler of beer all over the street, or maybe it was missing the entire parade because there are too many bars between 7th ave & 5th ave. Maybe it was the throw up after a shot of that new crappy whiskey "michael collins" then coming back hours later and seein thousands of ants eating the puke up 8 stories high in our hotel. Maybe it was going into all the tourist trap bars before finally settling down in McAnns on 43? st. where they kicked nothing but rebel music till we got back from the show and the ceiling leaked. Could it have been my buddy gettin kicked out of the Pogues show for being an asshole down front about three quarters thru the show, or maybe at 40 i'm too old to mosh? Kiss My Ass If that wasn't the best show you rednecks ever saw.