613 Hudson

As I turned left onto Buffalo street, the building rose majestically through the skyline. Her neon sign glowed and welcomed all who wanted their hearts warmed and their stomachs filled. I walked inside to familiar classic rock and that midget guy whose always drinking at the bar. A flutter of panic overtook me as I walked towards the bar, god I hope they are still as good as I remember I thought to myself. I ordered the standard 6 medium, 6 jack and 6 golden and retreated to the back room to await my bounty. The minutes passed slow-agonizingly slow and slightly hollow. There was no banter, none of Rands laughter or Sams lists. Just as the hollowness seemed to consume the room, our beloved and often feared bartender tossed down a plate and said "enjoy." Instantly any and all emptiness was replaced with a blissful and all encompassing joy. The medium was the first to my lips and it was followed in succession by the jack and golden. A extra treat was realized when I noticed an extra wing on my plate. Truly this was an amazing meal. After I engulfed the wings I washed my hands and left with a content smile. I even walked over to the gas station and bought a twelve of natty light just for old times.

Enough with narrative, here is a roadtrip update. I am currently in day five, the first three of which were spent in Rochester. I arrived there Friday night and Mark, Bry and I went to a party at RIT that my friend Liz's boyfriend was throwing. It was a good time and included Mark wanting to bait and chase a RIT officer, Mark talking to the cab driver too long and several Key Ice shotguns. Saturday we did not leave the house until dinner at 6 pm and we all got buffalo chicken sandwiches at the distillery. Later we went o the bar and now hold the photo hunt record at what ever bar we were at. Mark and Bry swept two games of pool as the bar closed. Mark thought it would be a good idea to take a full but discarded corona and pound it in the parking lot and we did just that. Sunday's highlights include not seeing the outside until 730pm, CBS not allowing me to watch the end of the Jets game and Bry and Mark's reaction to the officiating during the Manning bowl.