leaving the big apple
I’m home from NYC. I had an amazing time, as I expected. Married well and his husband are the perfect hosts. MW cooked a scrumptuous meal on Saturday night before we headed out to explore Manhattan’s seedy underground nightlife. We wandered around the Village for a while, popped into Ty’s for a Gin and Tonic before heading to Monster to do a little dancing. (Note: This is the first time I’ve danced in public since TLBO made comments about my dancing style at The Stud so many years ago.) After dancing our butts off, we needed to walk off some of the liquor we’d been drinking and headed over to the Meat Packing District to find The NYC Eagle. We walked into an empty bar on a Saturday night which surprised me. I said, “Hell, we’re here, lets explore” and headed up to the second floor where there were a few more people, and then we hit the roof-top patio and the place was packed, wall-to-wall with half naked, hard-muscled, sweaty leathermen. Here I was experiencing IML two weekends in a row. We stayed for a bit before calling it a night and heading home for some quiet chat time and munchies.
Sunday, after rising from our hang-overs, it was back to the Empire Diner for bloody marys and diner grub before we hailed a cab uptown to the Museum of Modern Art.
Walking thru the paintings by the great masters, there were two that caught my eye as potential tattoos.
First:
and second:
I’m in the process of e-mailing these photos to the tattoo artist that will be performing this task to see if it is even possible. I would love some feedback on your thoughts.
While you’re at it, my address book was erased when the Apple died so if you want me to know about who you are, please shoot me an e-mail (click on beyondbuffalo at bottom of page) and send me your details.