Saturday, August 6, 2005

AMATEUR NIGHT ON 3RD AVENUE...

Last night was a typical Friday night on 3rd Avenue. The evening started slowly as "The Hill" found itself caught in that lull between rush hour and the official party hour. During that time we kept ourselves occupied by watching snippets of the baseball games and sharing stories of the week's happenings.

At around 9-ish, people started to trickle in. Nothing major, mind you, but faint signs of life started to appear on the strip. Bartender extrordinaire P.DIDDY was greeted by a group of people who worked with him. He held court with his flock until they were ceremoniously interupted by a whirlwind of a troika that included our own divas-in-waiting, HASH BROWNIE and ANGEL. They had been out for dinner with another rather hot aquaintance and as soon as they rolled in, it was chaos incorporated. These girls are wild with a capital W. As soon as they bolted in there were Jager Shots being slammed, skirts flapping up and funky photos being taken. Now i'm used to their antics so I am usually not shocked by what they do (although I was close to being shocked when the little aquaintance whipped up her very mini skirt for a photo pose and revealed her rather sexy crimson panties with a hint of camel toe.). It's funnier to watch the reactions of the guys in the bar when these girls do their thing. After a few more minutes of hijinks and a few more drinks later, the girls were off to their next destination, just as quickly as they rolled in. I am always looking forward to their stories the day after....

By then the Avenue started to perk up and come to life. You had your groups of B&T adventurers, wannabe starlets, packs of guidos and jappies milling about the strip. And when you get that sort of mix together, eventually strange things begin to happen.

For example, I happened to step outside to check out the scene and noticed a large crowd starting to form outside Bar 515. Next thing you know a flurry of activity began to take place and it turned out to be a pier-six brawl involving no less than eight different men. These guys were going at it hot and heavy, punching and kicking and throwing bottles and such. As the melee grew, the crowd began to run, trying to stay out of harm's way. As the fighting moved towards our bar, I began to make out some of the faces in the the melee and much to my chagrin, in the middle of the pack was one guy I like to call MR. FIGHTING IRISH.

Now this guy is a gregarious person, always ready to give you the shirt off of his back. As happy and friendly as he was, he was notorious for two things: putting away the drink and getting into a scrap; and mind you, he was pretty damn good at both. Whenever he would go out for the night, i'd always see him warn him to be careful and stay out of trouble, and more often than not, he would. But there would be that one time when someone pushed his buttons the wrong way and he'd go at that person like a bat out of hell- and when that happened, watch out! He was a boxer as well, which only added to his arsenal. In this case, however, he looked as if someone got the better of him (which is pretty rare), yet he refused to give up- fighting at least three seperate times in the span of about twenty minutes. He was finally convinced to get into a cab and leave before he got arrested. And of course, our NYPD was nowhere to be found to break up the fracas. Typical.

As the evening went on, we got our "hit" at around 12:30am and that lasted for about an hour or so; not as many underaged types this time. However, I did notice a larger than usual number of tourists in the area. I also met a couple who were in NYC for their honeymoon. They asked about various places to go for music and clubbing. I gave them my copy of Time Out NY and they were pretty appreciative. The rest of the evening went smoothly and by 3:30, the bar had cleared out for the night.

That's it for now. If I remember anything else by the time I wake up, i'll update the blog then. Thanks for reading and come back soon.

NUFF SAID