My friend, Jonathon Silvera, came to NYC on "business" for Microsoft. I met him and his mate Matt, an Aussie who also works for Microsoft at a little pub in the east village. After a couple of beers, many of them free, I informed my guests that this was a NY trick. Basically due to the high supply of bars in the area, bartenders seduce you into staying the entire night in their joint by offering you free beers up front anticipating you will buy more than you planned later. But I am on to them and quickly escorted my friends out.
We next went to a Russian bar on Houston Street (It is pronounced How-s-ton here in NY) and met up with Matt's Aussie Mates who are currently living in Harlem but soon to be living near me in Brooklyn. In the picture above we are having a mock arm wrestling contest. We do this because this is what is done in their country. Very niiiiice.
Outside the Russian bar (let me digress by informing my readers that this bar has some 80 plus kinds of Vodka. Now I actually despise vodka so I thought it would be a short stay but then my mate Matt bought me a vodka on the rocks and gosh darn it, it tasted like chocolate. 4 later, I was feeling rather nice) we met this fine gentleman from the Dominican Republic. Jonathon, feeling his latin roots come to the surface, tried his luck with his supposed connection to baseball. After failing the who is the famous baseball player quiz, I interjected with "Roberto Clemente" and "are you from Santo Domingo as well?" which got me mega points. When Silvera asked who our new friend Rafael would take on his baseball team, he looked at Jonathon, then looked at me and said, "I'd go with my brethren but something tells me the white boy has a cannon." Indeed I told him, good choice. Thanks for the baseball lessons padre, it finally paid off- a free vodka and a bouncer who had our backs.
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