Deity Bar & Lounge

On Friday, I updated both my Facebook and Twitter status with the following quote from Plato: “Nothing more excellent or valuable than wine was ever granted by the gods to man.“ I had no idea how apropos that quote would be that night.

I decided to attend Universal Language, a party that takes place every first Friday at Deity Bar & Lounge, a former place of worship-cum-nightspot, similar to NYC’s legendary Limelight but much more intimate. I’d heard of Deity a few weeks back from some ladies I’d met at Moe’s. They extended an invite to join them, but they themselves were getting a hook-up from some dude and … well, I just fuckin’ know better. Upon hearing about last night’s party, I decided to go. Why not? One only lives once.

Team Liquor: Incomplete Drunken Thoughts on the F Train

The following was written via PDA on the train last Friday. Enjoy:

So, at this very moment, I’ve planted my tired black ass on an orange seat in the despicable F train, the only train in the MTA that I have feelings of animosity toward. The time: ten-thirty in the pm. My reason for being on the F train: the Fools Gold party at some clublike venue in the Flatiron District, near Madison Square Park.

I was coerced into going my the homie BCS, a fellow member of Team Liquor. The inciting incident, the reason I got out of bed, out of my flannel pajama pants, away from Twitter, the Facebook, and the umpteenth viewing of the masterpiece known as Ocean’s Twelve, was a text message: “Unexpected open bar.“

My reply was succinct: “Fuuuuuuuuuuuck.“

December 5th, 2008: 75th Anniversary of the Repeal of Prohibition

Good Lord, I’m fucked up.

Bull Shit

So earlier tonight, some friends and I gathered at Mason Dixon for drinks, food, drinks, football, and drinks. While we were there, we also did a little drinking and that led to a little mechanical bull riding.

I was NOT going to ride the bull. I was pretty adamant about that. I even updated my Facebook and Twitter status via mobile phone to declare as much. And after a nearly half-hour session of relentless peer pressurizing, I still refused to get on the bull. Alas, after seeing the disappointment in the faces of my friends, I knew what I needed to do. So, yeah.

The Week in Cool 11-9-08

Autumn is such a wonderful time of year! The falling temperatures, the leaves changing color, the shift from summer to winter clothes. I can finally order hot cocoa and not be looked at like a frickin’ lunatic. I’m lovin’ it, like a cheesy McDonald’s ad campaign.

November has particularly gotten off to a good start. I’ve been working on new projects, got some things in the pipeline, and I’m finally gaining some semblance of stability. The past week has been an historic one, as you all should know. So for me, it’s been gratifying on both a large and small scale. Here’s what went down and what was cool this past week:

Team Liquor: Moe’s Brooklyn

May as well post my Yelp blurb about Moe’s here.

For those who don’t know, Moe’s is my favorite bar in BK. Awesome staff, great prices, cool clientele. Gotta thank Sheila G for putting me on. And yes, to my friends who receive those mid-day drunken texts … and sometimes those late night drunken texts … nine times out of ten, I’m sending them from Moe’s.

From Yelp:

Before I even moved to BKNY, one of my good friends invited me to drinks at Moe’s. I so fell in love with the staff, the atmosphere, the drinks, that when I finally moved into the nabe, Moe’s became my watering hole of choice.

Team Liquor Drunken Post 10-7-08

So I’m drunk. As per usual. Chillin’ at Moe’s after the debate. Only I missed the debate. I saw Tom Brokaw tell everyone to get the fuck out the way, but that was about it.

So now I’m at the bar with my fourth Dos Equis. I know, I know. Drunk off beer, Jay? What a lame. But no. No, I am not.

I had a nice Don Julio + Rose’s Lime Juice upon arrival. Then, after recommending Patron Reposado to a fellow alcoholic, he bought me a Patron Rep & Lime. Who is I’m to refuse?

So tekilla and beer on a pretty empty stomach will do the trick. Especially with Michael Viner’s Incredible Bongo Band playing on the PA system.

I’m typing away on my Sidekick because I’ve yet to get an iPhone and because it’ll be easy to email to myself and post on Air Conditioning. (Formatting and all that shit will commence later.) Perhaps I should blog more when I’m out and drunk. Should make for some interesting posts. In fact, right now I’ll leave a placeholder for the jump to keep you reading.