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Minutes from 2-23-00
A meeting of the NY Spirits was held at Lucy's on Avenue A. I arrived at 8:00 and drank alone for several hours. At one point, a scruffy-looking young man came in and ordered a shot of Jack Daniels. I thought he might've been a new Spirit. I asked him. He said "no," and after making all-gone with his whiskey, he departed, presumably to chase the dragon in Tompkins Square. Rosa (Andria) arrived soon after smack-head Bob left, and promptly ordered a Manhattan on the rocks, with extra cherry juice, and a glass of water. The wonderful tribute to our nation's intelligence, "Who wants to be a Millionaire" was on TV and Led Zeppelin's "When The Levee Breaks" on the jukebox. Thankfully, the closed caption for the hearing impaired was on, so we were able to enjoy both media simultaneously. I borrowed a pen from the bartender to take the minutes. Several minutes later, to my chagrin, he asked for it back. In return, he gave me an official "Lucy's" pen. It had the stars and stripes on it. He told me I could keep it. I was very grateful, and, as a token of my gratitude, I thanked him profusely. He smiled at me. Not in a gay way. More like an I'm-glad-you-like-the-pen kind of way. Enough about pens. Onto the activities. Rosa and I drank. We drank some more. We fed the jukebox. Then, we drank. Some people showed up. We didn't know them. Matt (Wilty) and Lisa showed up. I knew them, and, after introductions, Rosa knew them, too. Wilty was a friend of one of my roommates in 'Frisco (as the locals call it). Small world. The following people arrived at some point: Michelle, Seraphim, B.A. (Marion), Jen (DC), Nevin, Tara, Brett, Danny, Coy. Drinks were ordered. Lucy, the old Polish owner/bartender poured the drinks strong, the beer well, and tequila for herself (as well as for a few lucky Spirits). At some point the subject of titles came up. I believe I will retain, or rather, transfer my SF Spirit title to the NY chapter. I will be Night Ranger. Please remember to pick up your titles at next Wednesday's meeting. Gates sauntered in at some point, proclaiming, "I'm Michael." The Grammys were on, and you could feel the emotions in the bar rising during each award presentation. Santana won big time. We toasted to Carlos. Viva Santana! A female pianist performing on the show appeared to have a dumpface. Michelle had never heard the term before. I explained to her that the term describes a woman's whose face looks as if she were "going #2". Seraphim challenged me to a hug-off. After "humping" both of her legs, and blowing in her face, she relented. I remain undefeated. Michelle thinks the NY Spirits need to start some traditions; then she left to catch a cab. I don't think that should be one of the traditions. Jen, the special guest from DC, scribbled some notes and email addresses in the minutes. I can't decipher her chicken scratch, so forward this to whomever's e-mail she fucked up. Matthew from San Francisco was at the bar. Some people were playing pool. I took 3 leaks. Not in a row. Ruddy Steve showed up. He bought a round and a tequila for Lucy. How is this guy still single? Bisexuality was discussed. It was decided: bisexual women are the hottest; a bisexual men is the worst kind; both are really just waiting for the right shillelagh. According to Jen, Brett will always be in the closet. See you next Wednesday.
