Wednesday, 9:45pm
Milady's
160 Prince St., (Thompson), Manhattan
The conversation that led to entering Milady's went something like this:
Fanelli's?
-Aren't we trying to go to fewer dives?
-Pegu Club?
-Ugh.
-The Room? (done that), Sub-Mercer? (opens at midnight, way too clubby for a Wednesday), Cub Room with the divorcees? (there last week).
-Let's walk west.
We were three and we'd just left an art exhibition (101 little beds, displayed on real beds in a linen store) after seeing a great documentary at the Tribeca Film Festival (Racing Dreams, story of three pre-teen go-karters aiming for NASCAR. From stock cars to sculpture, we were ready for a drink.
-Milady's?
-The dive thing.
-It's full of boys.
-Wow. It really is.
-Should we?
And we did. When we entered, there were about 50 people in the bar. Including us, there were eight girls. We ordered beers and chicken fingers and looked around: flannels and beards, rockstars eating peas, married men's night out, "townies" drinking margaritas by the pint, business-casual happy hour gone long, a 90-year-old, and a pool-playing youngish group of marrieds and nots. It's eclectic, and we like it, mostly because the age is just right (excluding the geezer).
We were talking about something—either economics or one-night stands—when Sara noticed The Drunkest Guy in the Bar reaching into Annie's bag.
This guy and his friend, The Hottest Guy in the Bar, had just brought a 135-foot boat down from Newport. They'd been drinking for six hours, hard.
-If I wasn't married, I'd be hitting on you girls.
-You are hitting on us.
They left. We resumed solving the world economic crisis. Then another guy, part of the "professional soccer team" (said MarriedHotBoatGuy), stopped to say goodbye to us on his way out. We liked him. We think he liked Annie (and her shared aptitude of Dumb and Dumber quotes). He bought us a round. Yes folks, a 37-year-old Bought Drinks for the team. Goooal!! (See no. 3 here).
And there's a scavenger hunt too. Sara has to answer a question for him and deliver the answer to the bartender, DJ, who is getting her own post (stay tuned). Will Sara find the answer? Will we return to Milady's? Is this 37-year-old really 37? Will he remove that distracting necklace and ring?
This post is part of a series. Here's what happens next, and there's also a Part Three.
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