Saw one Ronstadt doppelgänger outside BBar around 3:45, posing for pics. She was wearing black, though, not yellow. Couldn't find the group inside. I probably gave up too easily. Not a total loss: to atone, I set up monthly Wonkette contributions.
Yep, you gave up too easily, I was there the same time as you but I found them after first searching across the street in a similar venue called "Pheobe's." I'm awful with directions. So I entered B Bar at the Garden Bar entrance and had to walk all the way thru the restaurant to the main bar, where I asked the hostess and she kindly pointed to Robyn sitting at a table with a group of people. I wasn't able to stay, I just awkwardly thanked her for her work at Wonkette. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. I probably passed you on the sidewalk.
Having seen the photo, I feel even dumber for having stared at the group from outside the bar before moving on. I blame Rebecca: Robyn is much prettier than Ronstadt ever was. LR did have the "standing at the stove so Time Magazine can show me in a bikini" thing, which got me through sixth grade. BTW, was that color on Robyn really yellow? The room was dark and my eyes suck.
Now here's a funny story: after I left Robyn on Avenue A, I dropped in on my favorite community garden and, by one of those weird coincidences that are endemic to the neighborhood, ran into a squatter of my acquaintance who used to rent the space for building electric vehicles until he was evicted to make way for the Bowery Bar. He told me how he filled an old fire extinguisher from a bucket the local fruit stand guys used to pee into and sprayed the line of hoity-toity types waiting to get in at the 4th Street entrance when it was the newly opened hottest club in town.
The finest example of class warfare I've heard all week!
I can't say for sure, I didn't stay more than a minute, they were all engaged in conversation which I interrupted just by saying hello. I quickly gave my donation and exited so as not to interrupt the festivities more than I already had. Sorry I couldn't be more helpful.
Positive thinking, bo! Don't get robbed by jerks. I just read a silly but still good book by Admiral McRaven called Make Your Bed. He didn't really understand about General Kelly. I think he should add an appendix to the book. Still, the title is fun. It could be called, Make Your Bed and Go to the Drinky Thing, Ain't you a Wonketeer?
I’m sure I can find some somewhere. A plain loaf, some butteries and a couple of pies as well?
Saw one Ronstadt doppelgänger outside BBar around 3:45, posing for pics. She was wearing black, though, not yellow. Couldn't find the group inside. I probably gave up too easily. Not a total loss: to atone, I set up monthly Wonkette contributions.
Yep, you gave up too easily, I was there the same time as you but I found them after first searching across the street in a similar venue called "Pheobe's." I'm awful with directions. So I entered B Bar at the Garden Bar entrance and had to walk all the way thru the restaurant to the main bar, where I asked the hostess and she kindly pointed to Robyn sitting at a table with a group of people. I wasn't able to stay, I just awkwardly thanked her for her work at Wonkette. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. I probably passed you on the sidewalk.
Butteries and pies? Yeah!! But we're too late for Saturday. Maybe next time.
Having seen the photo, I feel even dumber for having stared at the group from outside the bar before moving on. I blame Rebecca: Robyn is much prettier than Ronstadt ever was. LR did have the "standing at the stove so Time Magazine can show me in a bikini" thing, which got me through sixth grade. BTW, was that color on Robyn really yellow? The room was dark and my eyes suck.
Thought crime and speech crime, too.
Now here's a funny story: after I left Robyn on Avenue A, I dropped in on my favorite community garden and, by one of those weird coincidences that are endemic to the neighborhood, ran into a squatter of my acquaintance who used to rent the space for building electric vehicles until he was evicted to make way for the Bowery Bar. He told me how he filled an old fire extinguisher from a bucket the local fruit stand guys used to pee into and sprayed the line of hoity-toity types waiting to get in at the 4th Street entrance when it was the newly opened hottest club in town.
The finest example of class warfare I've heard all week!
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I can't say for sure, I didn't stay more than a minute, they were all engaged in conversation which I interrupted just by saying hello. I quickly gave my donation and exited so as not to interrupt the festivities more than I already had. Sorry I couldn't be more helpful.
Gold, not yellow.
I am ten miles of bad road in a five pound bag.
Positive thinking, bo! Don't get robbed by jerks. I just read a silly but still good book by Admiral McRaven called Make Your Bed. He didn't really understand about General Kelly. I think he should add an appendix to the book. Still, the title is fun. It could be called, Make Your Bed and Go to the Drinky Thing, Ain't you a Wonketeer?
they wouldn't answer the phone, I called FIVE TIMES.
I'll never say no to a picture of Linda, Bonnie, and Joyce Carol Oates in her crazy glam 70s wild days.
Why? Just come. If you want, you can pretend you don't know us.
I live on 6th Street now, former neighbor. First moved here in 1976. Moved away; came back in '86.
A bunch of us, myself included.