A dicky little ditty
I'm a cheaper drunk than I thought.

Smutty bars. And the butts who smut them.

I was discussing weekend plans with a colleague.


"What do you mean, you're going on a pub crawl with a bunch of bloggers?" she asked. "I thought blogs replaced social life."
"Not necessarily," I corrected her. "In my case, melancholy, ennui, self-absorption, business travel, and curling up in the foetal position amongst the bedclothing for hours on end have replaced social life. But I don't have too many business trips this month, so I can squeeze in a pub crawl."

 

Of course, my fellow revellers won't be short on self-absorption. It's the JoeMyGod New York bloggers' second annual Blarg Hop; a schmoosh-word that combines blog and bar.

 

 
I imagine we're only doing it to blog about it later. Yes, blogs do replace life, but a successful blogger needs to keep a few organic processes going, in order to have something to blog about.

 

You can tell we're mostly gay bloggers, too. Bars include Dick's Place and The Cock. I haven't seen such a list of suggestively-named bars since I left Japan. And they didn't know what the names meant.

 

Expect a report on Sunday. Maybe. I could be curled up in the foetal position amongst the bedclothing for a few hours.

 

As ever, a hat tip to Joe Jervis for organising it.

 


This fetching shot of The Cock was borrowed from their New York Magazine listing, snapped by Ryan McGinley. As is HMH policy, should the copyright owner of the photo (or that spunky barman) wish for me to remove it, I'm happy to do so.
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