Central Park: The Eighth Wonder Of The World?

Being a Bartender in New York City is amazing. Its the most fun you can have with your pants on, sometimes off. I will continue to do it until I stop enjoying it. However like every job there are times when its difficult and stressful. That is way I love to go to Central Park, in the heart of New York City. If its only for an hour once in a while, for me its like a mini holiday. Its my NYC shrink, and costs a lot less. A big couch in the middle of the city. Central Park is like the heart that beats New York City for me. I like to run, and for me there is no place like Central Park. By the way, talking about exercising and all that; is there a rule that the older you are at the gym the more naked you need to be- just a thought.  Anyway, once you enter the park everything slows down and gets so tranquil. The energy is high, exciting and it pulls you in. The park is over 150 years old, over 80% is below street level, over 800 acres, first public park built in America, and the perimeter is over six miles long from 59Th street to 110 street. By the way, whats the hardest thing about rollerblading? Telling your parents your gay!!  Thats for all those male rollerblade fuck heads that fly all over the place and continually get in my way.  The women are cool !!!

There are so many points of interest, I could not possibly mention them all, and to be honest I don't want to share them all as I want them all to myself. But here's a few, go see John over by the plaza at 59Th street on the south east corner of the park. He is a real character, look for him and romeo- his white and black spotted horse. Take a ride with him on his horse and carriage, he's full of fascinating information and stories.  Ask him about David Beckham, Tom Cruise and Al Pacino, just to name a few.

Where John is, go in to the beautiful park on the south east corner, as you go down the steps to the park and the pond, there is a German light post which was dedicated to the German village that used to be there. Up by the Metropolitan Museum of Art at 83rd street and 5Th avenue, there is a black statue that is dedicated to the black village that was once there, and by the Columbus Circle entrance at 59Th street and Central Park West, where the Irish village once was, there is a banjo and a couple of empty bottle's of whiskey, to represent the Irish village that used to be in that part of the park!!!

There's actually a Scottish man that always plays his bagpipes just south of the Met at 82nd street in the park, sporting his kilt and all. He sounds great. There's nothing quite like the sound of the bagpipes. Once you hear them in the park, particularly when the sun is going down, its remarkable and haunting.  By the way, you know the difference between an onion and a bagpipe- nobody cries when you chop up a bagpipe.  That ones for my Scottish pal Stevie.

At 72nd street and Central Park South it is always nice to stop by Strawberry Fields and relax by the imagine sign that was put there in honor of the late, great John Lennon who was tragically shot across the street outside of the Dakota building where yoko ono still lives.

Then head down to Heckscher ball fields at west 63rd street, bring a sandwich and look for smokie, he will get you a beer to wash down your lunch. In the summer time there are continuous baseball and softball games, a lot from the local Broadways shows. A great place to relax, have a beer and take it all in. I think a lot of New Yorkers take Central Park for granted and forget how beautiful the park really is, oh the simple things in life.

Now that's enough for now, when your finished in the park come down to my bar have a beer and don't forget to give my a tip especially now after all this great information I've just given you, cheers and your welcome!!

Gay Marriage

Well gay marriage is a hot topic these days, I was actually talking about this with a few fagot lads "just kidding maybe",at the bar last night. My personal view, (and if you have been reading my blog you know I rarely get personal and share my feelings. Feelings are like your mothers breasts, you know where they are but there better un-felt), is that you should be able to marry anybody or anything, except your sister- Alabama, West Virgina. I actually think it should be compulsory for gay people to marry- if you are in a committed relationship for a few years, as I am actually sick of how good they look, all buffed up and tanned. It would be nice to say something to another man and for him to hear and translate exactly what you said, unlike women who for some reason hear something completely different!!!! I said to my girlfriend today, you are so beautiful darling, and she said, so you think I'm fat do you. Now is it just me but I have said that to myself a few times what I said to her and I don't hear or see fat anywhere!!! Talking about same sex marriage, I,ve been having the same sex for years.

Actually sometimes people think I'm gay because I'm slim, neat, my apartment is tidy, not married and I like Tom Cruise just a little too much. If my girlfriend ever came home and said she slept with Tom cruise, I would be like- give me details girlfriend!!

By the way, every husband or boyfriend has heard some version of this question- does this dress make me look fat or my arse look fat? Every man who lives with a women has had to sit in that hot seat- in the bathroom, bedroom, hallway, living room, hotel room, pretty much anywhere. They go through an endless parade of outfits, like your very own fashion show, each after each apparently make her arse look fat. No matter what kind of man you are, you can "never" utter those words or tell the truth in this situation. Words like, its fine luv, it looks great or sweetheart I love the way your arse looks in that. Those words will get you into a lot of trouble. I have spent many years in this situation and have decided to give into this exercise and to just go with it and she will be ready when she's ready, its healthier that way. I say to myself, relax, just relax. It's this really hot chick trying on all different outfits. You get to see a sexy girl naked. Just sit back and enjoy the show. She tries on an outfit takes it off then she parades around in her bra and panties looking for another outfit. She takes that off and her bra, so now she is topless- holy shit. Then she puts high heels on wearing nothing- fuck this is hot. When I was a teenager, a hot chick sauntering around your bedroom was considered an impossible event and here it is happening multiple times a week for free. I'm telling you, fellas- once you use my system and go with it, (because you will never win if you go against it), it just doesn't get any better than this. What I do now is run into the kitchen stuff some kind of food in my mouth, get changed real quick and then sit on the edge of the bed and let the games begin: I don't think that's the right outfit, sweetheart, I like the dress but without the panties. It turns being late for dinner into and entirely different thing. Just let it go and go with it, try it fellas it works and its a lot of fun, I love it- your welcome.

Why do women get all the nice names- Vagina and Breasts, and we get the ugly names, Penis and Scrotum? I would go to Vagina and Breasts in a heart beat on my holidays, they sound warm and beautiful. I wouldn't fancy going to Penis or Scrotum they sound like a cold and dark place where it rains all the time- just a thought.

Also do you ever notice all these woman's books and magazines on how to please your man: 101 ways to please your man. Give me a break, stop wasting your money girls, there's 4 ways to please your man- give him a good blow job, play with his balls, make him a good sandwich, and talk less- its that simple.

Anyway that's all I have to say on the topic right now so go out have a drink and tip your bartender.