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September 10, 2002
China has a Club
The Saturday before our Firehouse excursion I met Deborah at an Irish pub where we were hosted by the owner and Manager Brian O'Brian, a contact from Deb's Fire/Police Person connection. It was the early beginning of a wild night which will be censored here to protect the guilty. We met a couple more Firemen who hung out with us through the evening. After the pub, we went in search of a bar of a friend and wound up listening to Louisiana Blues at the Delta Grill on 9th Avenue. More fun ensued. Eventually we wound up at the China Club, a current hotspot in midtown, courtesy of one of the guys (Bob?) we were with. Once in, and once again we were treated like royalty. Free drink tickets were issued to all and we proceeded to do a little dancing, a little drinking, a little flirting, and a lot of hanging out. Four AM came quickly but I was pleased to find that I was reasonably sane and sober. It's amazing how easy it is for me to stay up through the wee hours these days. We said goodnight to our firemen friends, piled ourselves in a cab and made our way back to the hotel in the financial district. The next day, before our Firemen Feast with Engine 67, Deb and I had a lovely brunch with Officer Garza and his wife and a few other officers at the Park Avenue Cafe. Russell and Tom were off to the Mets game courtesy of one of Deb's friends. We were bone tired but unwilling to give in. I for one was having too much fun.
Posted by mermu at September 10, 2002 02:21 AM
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