two-twenty

cheating death on the les

It's true, the lower east side really is a death-trap! First the electrocutions (hey, good band name!), then yesterday two-twenty was nearly immolated while attempting to become inebriated at Welcome to the Johnsons (one of the few places where unemployed bums can still afford to drink, as they put it, "seriously"). There was smoke on Essex St. and then (someone claimed) a manhole cover started "sparking", and next thing you know there are three firemen between me and my PBR. They opened up a hole in the floor and checked out the basement for flames and dangerous gasses, and although it turned out that there were none they still practically saved us. Firemen: still NYC's - and two-twenty's - heroes. Pics coming soon!

Related news: two thumbs up for Essex's twelve buck brunch, which comes complete with three yummy breakfast cocktails! Related related news: there exists some strange game that large groups of people play in public places, which involves drawing straws to see which two members of the group have to exchange shirts. A tip: if you are going to play this game please, please for the love of god, have attractive friends.