And then night began to fall...
And the predators begin to swarm, arriving en masse.
Soon. The neighborhood is infested. Again.
Bro. BRA. Bro. Is it still happy hour? Bro. BRA. Bro. Where's the Ace Bar? Bro. BRA. Bro. HEY, WE'RE IN THE EAST VILLAGE, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? He was like, so cute? Where's my purse? Bro. BRA. Bro. Gimme seven shots. Do you take credit cards? Bro. BRA. Bro. Bro. BRA. Bro. Is it still happy hour? Bro. BRA. Bro. Hey bitches! Bro. BRA. Bro. HEY, WE'RE IN THE EAST VILLAGE, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? He was like, so cute? Where's my purse? Bro. BRA. Bro. Gimme seven shots. Do you take credit cards? Bro. BRA. Bro. Bro. BRA. Bro. Is it still happy hour? Bro. BRA. Bro. Where's McSorley's? Bro. BRA. Bro. HEY, WE'RE IN THE EAST VILLAGE, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? He was like, so cute? Where's my purse? Hey bitches! Bro. BRA. Bro. Gimme seven shots. Do you take credit cards? Bro. BRA. Bro.
A bridal party. A scavenger hunt. Broken champagne glasses on Avenue B. Popped-collared types chugging booze from airline-size bottles and tossing the empties into the street. Bro. BRA. Bro.
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That also could have been this
pitch-perfect.
Damn, you deserve your own show.
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All I knows is that Hotdog flashed her boobs. My brain hurts.
A perfect distillation of thousands of overheard/unavoidable conversations from the weekly mardi-Bra that is the EV today....sheesh.
SIGH. It's so sad but so true. It's gotten so out of control on the weekends that I'm considering a move to Brooklyn after 10 years in the 'nabe. Can we start a "take back the East Village" campaign?
This past Saturday night seemed worse than usual for the clueless, entitled masses. I can't help but wonder if TONY's cover prompted the crowd.
@HG. Mardi-Bra. Heh. Missed that the first time around...
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