Back in the day a bunch of my friends used to work on computers on Wall Street. They worked at places like Goldman Sachs and Merrill Lynch and what not as they had big computer departments before they farmed everything out to India. So on a Friday night I would hop on the E train to the World Trade Center and walk over to one of the bars to meet up with everyone.
Sometimes it was at Harry's of Hanover Square. We would only have a drink or two there because it was way expensives. As was Fraunces Tavern. We prefered the more economical joints like the Blarney Stone or the Pig and Whistle or Brannigans or Volks or one of the other pubby joints that came and went like toadstools back then. What used to happen is some of the Irish girls who worked in Midtown during lunch might get a gig downtown at night and tell me to come down to the St James Bar or Cassidy Liquid Assets or something. We would get an "in" because they knew we were spenders and big tippers so it worked out great for everyone.
After we got well oiled we would stagger over to the Seaport. We might hit the North Star Pub or just buy an Foster's Oil Can full of beer that they had in this big cast iron tub filled with ice and stuff. Thousands of people would stand outside and drink and talk and laugh and flirt. We might go on to Fluties on Pier 17 or maybe down to Jeremy's Ale House to lose a tie or a bra (don't ask).
We were basicly all over the Wall St area in every joint that had Bass Ale and pretzels or what not. From the Yankee Clipper to Sloppy Louies to the Doll House to Suspenders to the Pussycat Lounge we occupied the fuck out of Wall St.
Ok I admit there was a lot of vomiting and pissing in the street and bad behavior all around.
But one thing.
We weren't political.
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That was before the bears took over the street.
That was before Ms. Lee Lee came along and settled you down?
Oh yes. Long before in the days of my yute.
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