I got more rhymes than the cops that are dunkin' donuts

Yesterday I met my co-blogger Salty for the first time. She was in NYC for an interview, so I met up with her for lunch.

Since it was a beautiful day, I took her to the Shake Shack for burgers and beers. I explained that the long line was part of the experience.

Then, since it was 9/11, I took her to McSorley's, an old school Irish pub in the village. I wanted to show her the real New York with real New Yorkers, not the tourist bullshit full of tourists. The bar was packed full of firefighters in uniform that had come from the memorial ceremony at ground zero. And they were all drunk.

We struck up a conversation with a group of New York's bravest standing right next to us. I said, "My friend here is from Arizona and she's only in New York for one day." He said, "And you brought her here? You're a fucking idiot."