Bull and Bear
49th St. and Lexington Ave., Waldorf-Astoria Hotel, Manhattan
After having her toe stomped upon by one of the two slurring and swaying guys who approached us on the street ("Do you girls know anything about bars?"), her night's partner was not too keen to get a drink with them. But Sara had a good feeling, and recognized how easy it would be to achieve a goal (number 3).
Sara: One drink. Thirty minutes. Bull and Bear.
Partner: Yeah, we need to meet a friend soon.
The guys (age 37 and 39, in town from Toronto for a college reunion-golfing trip) agreed, until we entered the quiet, not-empty, Age Appropriate bar (and by AA, we mean graying patrons).
37: Maybe we should go wherever your friend is.
Sara: No.
After misordering our beers, the annihilated 39-year-old (who, we realized, was also the pillar clutcher from Whiskey Blue) noticed our shirts. He was confused by Sara's "tie-dye" (there was no tie-dye).
39: You look like you just came from Lilith Fair. That shirt says "Men, stay away."
Sara: (laughing) Thank you very much.
39: Great body, face looks good, but the shirt is terrible. Like, really.
37: I like the shirt; I really do.
39: Stop f*cking lying.
37: It's beautiful.
Sara: Thank you.
39: He's just sucking up.
37: This is the New York experience we were looking for. It really is.
After spilling half his beer and telling us about his wife and kids, 39 offered a prediction: "If you two went 14 years without seeing one another, you'd reunite and say, 'What have you been doing all this time?' and the other would say, 'Yoga,' and the other would say, 'Me too. We should open up a hot yoga studio.'"
37: You're beautiful.
Next stop: Subway Inn. How could we not bring them along?
Continued...
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