pork slap

after the high of getting the electricity in our apartment connected and eating my first spinach knish from zabar's, I went to a dive bar - not sure what made it a dive bar other than the fact that they had a lot of tat everywhere. for the first time ever (discounting our classy bag bar session on new year's eve in Vegas three years ago) we had a relatively cheap night of drinking. I'll give the Americans this, their array of beers is very impressive, including degrees of trashy beers, which are apparently cool. Phil  had pints of toasted and I had cans of pork slap - classy. we were out with Phil's work colleagues, who I really liked. when you go out with people and you have no friends and you do really want to see them again, it's just like after a first date and you're willing then to call and say they had a good a time as you. I hope they will.