I heart Brass Monkey

Well it's been a few minutes/hours/days since I have posted but I have many things to get off my chest. The first is that although I am totally for the motto "don't hate the player, hate the game" ... Well I guess I hate the game. I was playing in triple, sudden-death overtime last Saturday night and let's just say that my minutes finally came to expiration, I was benched, my shot missed the goal completely, and my team (me) lost and I was sent home crying only to have the CAB DRIVER ask me if I was ok...Tear....Basically I got drunk (surprise surprise) and told a guy that I knew it wasn't going to work with that I 'couldn't just be friends' and lets just say he didn't agree and magically disappeared whilst my short trip to the bathroom. Ouch....

I know that this is supposed to be a sign about Glamour and loveliness and bitchiness that goes on in and around NYC but I'll let you in on a little (or not so little) secret: I am at heart a beer drinking, shot taking, rap/pop dancing bar/pub/club girl. Some may find may taste for nightlife rather like a chameleon in that I love myself some dirty FRAT infested bars often just as much as I indeed love the glamour and lights of none other than our dearest homebase, Mar-to the-quee. If for no reason other than this, I love Brass Monkey. It's the pub/bar in the meat packing district that a girl like myself thinks she will find true love. I know the rest of the Glam crew is gagging up their edamame beans, thus ruining a recent application of LipFusion2 lipgloss as they read this, but it's the truth. I love the place simply because it represents me. If you often find yourself, like me, wanting to go out to a trendy and cool place but are totally sick of the 'scene' then head to BM in the meat packing without the meat packing. If you don't like it, you are fingerlengths away from PM, ONE, Highline, or any of the other glamorama places we so enjoy on little west 12 :) If you find yourself ready to kick it and are in the mood for less-than-glam then you are a hop,skip, and a jump from places (well a cab ride if your not go-go gadget) from Corner Bistro (best burgers in nyc), tortilla flats --who doesn't love tequila?, or the 4-faced Liar for those of you who haven't graduated from College night (which I haven't).

Anyway, I guess this was a posting about nothing rather than something. Although I did see Paul Rudd at BM the other night and boy is he SMALL, though very friendly, and I guess bordering on C-list if you're not an Anchorman lover like myself. Anyway, all for now.