NELLA FTW!!!

...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.