Spending a great evening in the Bowery Poetry Club is what we had in mind when Cookie and I traveled to East Village yesterday. Cookie had even prepared a small poem that he was absolutely dead-set on reading out loud.
I should have seen it coming. When he started off with the words ‘I’m Horny’ (yes, a capital H), I ordered two more whiskys. Maybe the titty bar would have been a more obvious choice for tonight.