The Blowout Is Recession Proof
We made five stops last night and they all had one thing in common: they were packed to the gills. I found this amazing, the sight of the tiniest of dive bars like the Painted Lady and Whiskey in a Jar and Kelly’s just totally banging. And people everywhere seemed really, really happy. I had a thousand conversations and I don’t remember a single one of them having any bile at all.
I wish I could say that my body was Blowout proof because this morning, I woke to find: OUCH. I guess that three nights in a row that end in whiskey collapse will do that to you.
If I were a more cautious man, I would sit tonight out in deference to my body. But I am not a cautious man, and tonight is going to be off the hook as far as I can tell. Just don’t count on any Sunday-morning recaps because: OUCH.