NELLA FTW!!!

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...I don't understand how it happened...every women I have every meet that has visited McSorley's has cursed its' name for their "unfriendly" atmosphere towards women, but...I donno? Is it the masculine, slightly balls-stomping air I exude? Do I really come off that much as One-Of-The-Guys, and am therefore an unthreatening female welcomed to the hallowed, male-tastic halls that constitute McSorely's Pub on 7th street, between the Bowery and 2nd ave (a.k.a. my old stomping grounds)? Is it because I know the background of the totally gross but utterly poignant light fixture over the bar?

The answers to these questions, I can only guess at; but somehow--by the Grace of God--when I enter McSorley's Pub on 7th street by my lonesome...I WIN with the bartenders. And I am At Home.

Will explain with further detail when I am more cohertantly sober.

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[hiroyuki-samson.livejournal.com]

I can't hit the nail on the head with this, or with exactly which possibility it is that lead to your acceptance, but reading the above, it just makes sense... if that makes sense?