Sing Us a Song Piano Man

Met up with some friends last night for Lori's birthday. We went to Marie's Crisis, a tiny piano bar in the West Village. If you're into a little, packed, not very clean room full of gay men singing show tunes...well then this is the place for you! I must admit it was extremely funny. And if you do ever decide to go you must bring Frankie because the faces he made all night was even funnier then the whole experience itself. It was priceless.
After that we headed over to see Cristina at Off the Wagon. Can you say fire hazard? Now I know I'm getting old and I'm not 21 anymore, but how anybody could stay in this place was beyond me. Packed. I mean people were like sardines. And everybody seemed to have a pitcher of beer in their hand and they had to hold them up in the air to let people walk by without knocking into them as they passed. So everytime you walked by someone you could feel a little beer trickle down on your head. And it was about 100 degrees in there. The only thing that was good was that for once there was no line for the bathroom in there. Maybe if I was drunk it would have been a little easier to handle, but I doubt it. I think I'm getting too old for this kind of stuff...so sad.