So, the weekend before last, I was at this bar called Mad River on the Upper East Side and I filled out some survey/contest form and never thought about it again. Last week they called me to say that I won a free night at their bar. Me and another friend of mine could get in for free and drink for 2 hours and as many people as I could round up could do the same but for $5. Tonight was the night.

Larry had his army tank of an Expedition in the city and volunteered to give us a ride. It seemed like a good idea, but it ended up taking 1 hour to get there (dude, West Side Highway!!!) and we had to listen to the grumpy old men, Larry & Dennis, argue the entire time. Once we got there I was reminded again of what a cheap, frat party Mad River is. That place totally screws you on everything. After a couple drinks it didn’t really matter, it’s who you’re with and not where you are that matters.

We were talking about the Oscars and discussing CNN’s coverage of the war while it played on the bar TV, as Larry observed that “It’s a strange state of affairs when the best rapper is white, the best golfer is black, France thinks you’re arrogant, Germany won’t fight, and the tallest basketball player is Chinese.”

Afterward, while Jeannette went to The Food Emporium for pizza topping Reeses, Mark, Dennis, Eleanor and I went and got slices at Pisa Pizza. This gravity-defying spaghetti display is far-out after a few drinks. Nice reflection too..

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