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My favorite dive bar: Merry Arts. Good food, great draft prices. Cool seating location by the fireplace when, baby, it’s cold outside. Nothing better than stuffing my face with potato pancakes and 1/2 lb burgers after I finish my Hip-Hop Cardio class. Okay, so yesterday I broke even on caloric intake.

Will someone clarify for me the “rules” behind “FREE DRAFT NIGHT” at McCarthy’s on Sunday nights. I mean, I paid a buck for a draft, but alcohol is always better when it’s free. The Irish pub had a cool laid-back crowd for a Sunday night. Breakfast Club (the band) kicked serious 80′s ass.

And a special “thank you” for the high fella for breathing his bong-water breath in my direction… and spitting in my hair when I told him he stunk.

For the record, I must forewarn if you decide to take in an early movie on a Friday night with the hopes of heading over to the bar when it’s over, make sure your selection is not “The Aviator.” Great acting on account of The-guy-that-was-in-Titanic, but the overall lasting effect of said movie was HORRIBLE. I was borderline crazy at ending. And I’ll retort good words from my date: Good thing I wore comfy pants.

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