Fish Bar Friday

Friday night we decided to go out. We were bored at home and the movie I kinda wanted to see was sold out. So we went a'lookin for a bar.

Requirements:
1. cheap
2. not crowded
3. LES / East Village area

We ended up at Fish Bar on 5th street. Happy hour - buy one, get one free. Margaritas - $5. However, the buy-one-get-one-free did not apply to the margaritas, as I found out upon prchasing getting my second margarita.

This was abated by the presence of Pocket-sized Magnetic Sorry. Which was played with fervor for many hours. I might mention that I was the 4 time Sorry Champion. That's more than any other champion.

Due to my frequent trips to the restroom during said Sorry games, I noticed that in keeping with the whole "fish" theme, the doors did not say "men" or "women." Instead, one had a picture of a mermaid and the other a merman. However, people are retarded, so mermen kept going into the little mermaid's room. Somehow the advertisements for feminine products did nothing to sway them from not having to walk the extra 2 feet down the hall. This irritated des greatly. des had to put the seat down and clean up excess pee before relieving herself. And des would watch the mermen go into the mermaid's room and complain, to no avail.

The Sorry championship did ease the pain. But not the pain of too many sweet, sweet pastries after a night of drinking, purchased en route to the park (and devoured in said park). The only ease for that pain was sleep. And sleep I did.