I've spent the last 25 minutes in line to get into a bar. It's like a line for a ride at Disneyland. I think I would have more fun on a Disneyland ride, though. I hate crowds.
At least, I hate crowds that are dressed much better then me. I feel like a street urchin, a pauper, like Aladdin, but without the dazzling vocal cords.
(this post is very Disneycentric (except for the Irish pub part))
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My favorite pub. <3 Gotta get there early to avoid the lines.
Yah. I learned that lesson. The dress is a little more impressive then most irish pubs too.
I think the mistake is in thinking of it as a pub. It's a bar. It's a midtown bar. No amount of tobacco colored wall paint will turn it into a pub. You want pub, go to Bon Lair. Streets barely counts either, for that matter.
My mistake was assuming de Vere's Irish Pub meant it was an "Irish pub." I was spiffed up for Bon Lair standards, but not de Vere's.
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