I am having my third drink of the night. I can't tell you the last time I went to more than one bar in one night, but this is a press trip and 23-year-olds can be very persuasive. So I sucked it up and walked back out of my hotel room at 11pm even as everything inside me wailed, "I'm 37, please don't make me go to Brooklyn." Except I am neither 37 ( Read more... )