Following a dinner of Roasted Turkey (me) and thirty-six pounds of fried chicken we stopped by Old Town for a pint or two. Horror of Horrors- to find that my nice English girls favorite beer is.. well... Budweiser??!! I was drinking Guinness of course.. Fernando had a Long Island Ice Tea. After some exposure to the surly bartender, we made our way the Rodeo Bar. (The NYC country music institution) for whoever happened to be there. It was the exceptional rockabilly band The LoneSharks- a Long Island based act that should be performing in far larger venues, probably ones that charge a cover. However, it was at the bar, having another Guinness, with the Colombian and the English Lesbian firefighter, that it struck me just how amazing things can truly be. As the band belted out Cash's "get Rhythm" and I tapped with the beat, a large group came to the bar to get their drinks. I assumed they were from India (based on the headgear and attire) and smiled even more broadly-- that at that precise moment I was in the midst of the most diverse possible place on the planet. The only thing missing was a penguin and we would have had cultural overload.
After Rodeo, as all good things must come to an end so you can find something better, we took off for the east village. Sparked by the glee in Laura's eyes when I asked "What do you think about 80s Music" we made our way to the Pyramid-- to spend over an hour on the dance floor as a crowd ranging in age from 21 to well over 70 bounced and moved to Rick Astley, Blondie; and more. The only missed element was Culture Club on the gay 80s dance checklist.
Exhausted from fun, we bounced out of the club and towards the car. I dropped Laura off, then my other friend, and made my way home. Across the Brooklyn Bridge, and past all the other symbols of what makes NYC such a place-- Statues, islands, and the like. The things the kids in Missouri, or Kentucky or Oregon read about and plan their high school visits around. But for me, what makes this place great, what makes my life great, is a pint of beer in an old old bar; some rockabilly music as summer fades into fall; a good meal and melt in your mouth red velvet cake; and the people who I have come to share this place with. Some new, some old; some well known; some only passing in a bar- but all reflections of the miracle that life