Fluffy

Turns out my hotel is half a mile from Penn Station. I walked.

I wandered 5 or 6 blocks from the hotel in either direction. I had a slice of real New York pizza, eventually landing in an Irish pub called The Blarney Stone. One of the bartenders was Asian, so I'm not sure how Irish it really was.... Ended up talking to a expressive black woman named Fluffy, who works as a bartender at Giants stadium. She was awesome and hilarious, and gave me some measure of faith in humanity. I bought her a drink. I had a few drinks myself (probably one too many), then grabbed another slice of pizza on my way back to the hotel.

As much as I hate the east coast, I think I missed it a little bit. Especially the pizza.