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That didn’t stop science geeks and party kids in the Big Apple from celebrating the cosmic rarity.
“I’m getting drunk in honor of the asteroid,” said Maria Hess, 21, who bellied up to the bar at Jimmy’s 43 on the Lower East Side.
This week, the Nuyorican Poets Café installed a new heating and air conditioning (HVAC) unit! Hurricane Sandy knocked out our heating in October; thanks to our fans and supporters, we finally have heat again at the Café
Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn
Yeah it does — Bret Michaels, C.C. DeVille, Bobby Dall, Rikki Rockett
Later, several men took him to the nearby McSorley's Old Ale House at 15 East 7th Street. Sipping an ale, Lincoln looked around curiously. The "Men Only" pub, with its sawdust covered floors, pot-bellied stove in the middle of the room, and friendly Irish bartenders gave him a comfortable feeling.
His confidence was renewed by his tremendous success in New York. Both the speech at Cooper Union and his visit to McSorley's helped to make his political career.