Bemelman’s Bar, The Carlyle Hotel, New York
… are longing to stray…” Buried under my thesis, ready to throw in the towel, and fantasizing about three weeks from now, when I’ll be sitting here, a few blocks from home, $20 martini (grey goose, very dirty, three olives) in hand with a big smile on my face and thinking, “these little town blues are melting away…”
“If I can make it there, I’m gonna make it anywhere.”
Bemelman’s forever!