And I left from 17th Street for St. Marks

I drug him from Mid-Town to the East  Village, because I  had one day. The "whoa" of mid-town sure, is something everyone should see once in their life, much like the Hollywood Walk of Fame, the 4 Corners, Niagara Falls, Bourbon Street, Arlington, St. Louis Arch and the Golden Gate bridge, but I wanted to feel New York, I wanted to drink in the East Village, I wanted see dirty shit in Hells Kitchen, I wanted to smell it all.. as I do.

And like true tourist, I danced on the bar at the original Coyote Ugly.  errr Coyote Ugghhly. I am sure that was a mess to watch, but its the East Village.

So, a month or so late, I hear this song..I  hear him sing "St. Marks" and I'm like OMG WTF BBQ.  That is so familiar, and I look it up. And ya, we spend a night, drinking in an Irish pub on St. Marks Place. We finally got a run at the pool table, and when I asked the guy we were set up to play, where he was from...  pitched a fit, when he said Phoenix. I declared that I came here to kick NY ass at pool, so I put my NY BF on his team.

JK, but that sounds funny. NY BF kicks my ass usually, 90% of the game, then tends to scratch on the 8 ball, or  he does that to be cute...