Last night we had a work function at Tortilla Flats in the West Village. You heard me. Tortilla Flats. For those who live in NYC and know, this is a dive. A place filled with bachelorette parties and drunken debauchery. It ain’t high class. It ain’t even dive-bar chic. It’s just dirty.

Alas, we had to go.

So I swilled some margs and I housed some tacos. I didn’t want to, but you know – work friends and constantly flowing tequila drinks … you need sustenance. So sustain sobriety I did and I was out and home by 10:00. Not bad.

Photo courtesy of Westvillagebob on Flickr. Thanks, Bobby.

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