Growing older, but not up!

Remember when I said I was gonna do an entire week's worth of posts on punk rock this week?

Yeah...fuck that!

For now, at least. I started writing the first post and it was just taking too long and it wasn't what I really wanted to say. So I'm gonna take a little break from it and I'll revisit it later on. Maybe next week. Gabba gabba gonnadoitlater, okay?

So instead, you get a silly drinking day wish that I've always wanted to do. And a little back story.

I officially become one year older on Tuesday. 42. Gia asked what I wanted to do that day and my first thought was a Five Boroughs Booze Challenge. Yeah...most of my ambitions have to do with drinking. I should probably look into that. (Insert snide comment from Slyde here) Anyway, this would be a version of a pub crawl, but you have to have at least one drink in each of NYC's five boroughs. Queens, Manhattan, the Bronx (why does that borough get a "the" in front of it?), Brooklyn and Staten Island.

I figured we could take the LIRR and stop in Woodside in Queens for an Irish breakfast at one of the ump-teen Irish pubs in that area. Then hop on the trains and work our way up to the Upper East Side in Manhattan for a cocktail somewhere around there. Then the 4 train up to 161st Street in the Bronx and the Yankee Tavern. We kinda wanted to see how the new Stadium is looking anyway. Then the D train back down to the West Side where we would stop somewhere for a libation. Onward to the Staten Island Ferry where we would have a beer on the ferry, maybe walk around the terminal for a bit and then hop back onto the boat heading toward Manhattan. Hanging on Staten Island isn't something I really wanna do anyway. Finally we would head into Brooklyn, maybe Park Slope or Williamsburg, and finish up our day at one of the thousands of bars in that borough.

Sounds easy, but when you start to map it out figure out which trains, subways and ferries to take...well, it started to sound pretty exhausting. So I decided against it. I'll do it with the boys one of these days, but Gia and I are gonna just do a simple dinner someplace and then maybe go for cocktails at this joint. Maybe I'll give absinthe another try. Maybe try it in Ernest Hemingway's Death in the Afternoon. That sounds fun.