Needle In The 'Stack

I can assure you we hate ourselves infinitely more than the two seconds you stop to even consider our existence. Here's the email I sent Shott a couple of weeks ago.

well, you know, i'm still uncomfortable with the idea of speaking for a large swath of bloggers - or even anyone other than myself. we're talking about a very small circle here, it doesn't really count. plus, there are times i go months without stepping into a bar so i'm not much of an authority.

too much at any single spot can be seen as a lack of imagination or worse, social heresy for not embracing the many options our city affords us. doesn't make a difference to me. i find a place i like, i stick with it until it becomes unbearable. i practically lived in luna lounge from '96-'98 but eventually stopped when it got too crowded. it was a great run, except for getting banned after a drunken yelling match with a female bartender. (wasn't really my fault, i swear. she baited me and i was told later by someone who worked there that she had several issues in the customer relations dept.)

in a nutshell (in a bowl inside the magician), i'm incredibly lazy and not particularly interested in the bar/restaurant/club scene. if i had my choice, people would just come to my apartment to drink. the magician is a block away from where i live and i'm a creature with a pretty small comfort zone.

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