8 - Volume One: New York City (part two)

On the Saturday afternoon of our long weekend in Manhattan, Lisa and I went on a Literary Pub Crawl.
Here is their link:
http://bakerloo.org/pubcrawl
At the end of the Pub Crawl, we asked several of our fellow crawlers, as well as the guides, to give me something from their wallets.



One of the Pub Crawl guides, Justin. His girlfriend met up with the group at the end of the pub crawl. For a moment she thought that she still had her movie stub from Bee Movie (they saw it together in Florida), but she didn't. Would have been neat to have the same thing from two different wallets. I am still aiming for that idea one day.

The other Pub Crawl guide. This was only her second time doing the Pub Crawl. The guides not only describe the historical significance of the pubs and other buildings along the route, but they also tell wonderful little gossip-y stories about famous authors and recite poetry now and then. Very entertaining pub crawl, highly recommend it.

This is Lisa's entry, with a very good little saying.

These are two girls we got chatting with on the Pub Crawl. They were British and Lisa found out that one of them was from the same town in England as where she was born.

A British family were on the pub crawl - I think this was the Mom. I believe her comment ("from the educated to the educated") was in reference to a discussion we had about my iron ring.

This was someone else from the British family. Can't recall if she was a daughter-in-law or a daughter. This is another example of things people carry around with them for such great lengths of time. I guess it was nostalgic for her to hang onto, and here she was, giving it away to me (love how she put it - "I'll surrender it")

The British family were all along this big banquette along one wall, and this woman was sitting across from them. She is (was) the girlfriend of Justin, the Pub Crawl leader. She didn't have the Bee Movie stub, so she gave me her Dad's tongue-in-cheek business card.

The son of the British family. His family were bugging him to give me his membership card to a football club, I believe it is. He wouldn't give it up; he showed it to me, but he just could not part with it, it was too nostalgic for him! I really wanted to collect something from him, though, because he looked so much like Andy, a guy that Kerri and I refer to as our un-favourite bartender at Velvet Underground. (Andy's entry is coming up in a few more pages!)

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That was it for the Literary Pub Crawl. Great times, neat people. Coming up next, another night at the Channel 4 Irish Pub.