Category Archives: Drinking

In Vino Madidus

Staying with Latin. Sitting at home with a bottle of wine. Non veritas Not true. Solo madidus In vino madidus Soaked in wine. A paraphrase of Julius Caesar’s classic ‘veni, vedi, vinci’ or ‘I came, I saw, I conquered.’ Veni, vedi, madidus means I came I drank I fell over. We’ve all been Classical Latin […]

A Quiet Place To Drink

Luis Bunuel wrote in LAST GASP “I also remember a bar at the Plaza Hotel in New York, a busy meeting place which at the time was off limits to women. Any friend of mine passing through New York knew that if he wanted to find me, he had only to go to the Plaza […]

December 15, 1978 – East Village – Journal

Last night I ran into John Kemp, with whom I had worked for the New School student registration. He suggested going to CBGBs. I thought about saying no. Alice waited at 256 East 10th Street. We haven’t touched each other in weeks. “Sure, why not?” I agreed to the walk down the Bowery. A cold […]

HillBilly Ranch Bar Boston – 1999

As you get old you forget. as you get older, you are forgotten – anon I know that I didn’t come up with that quote, because I haven’t really forget everything yet and several years ago I reminisced about Lost Boston with a few old-timers during an afternoon Jacob Wirth’s bar, while killing time waiting […]

Johnny Utah – 2014 – Yee Hah

Ten years ago Austin Kilmer, Latt, his brother, and I left the diamond exchange on West 47th and went to Johnny Utah, a hoorah drinking bar with a robo bronco off Rockefeller Center. Packed with marketing junior execs. Having a good time, forgetting they hate their bosses. Same as me, a 61 year old diamond […]