come out and plaaay-aaay
I really need to get out and meet some New York bloggers.
I mean, I've met some NY bloggers. But I know there is a whole slew of you out there I have yet to come face to face with. Unfortunately, I suffer from some social disease (socially retarded, is what my mother calls it) and I would feel more comfortable on my home turf.
Long Island is a vast playland of bars and restaurants, accessible via a quick train ride. Would anyone want to come out and play with me?
You know, even with several drinks down the hatch, I can see clearly enough to realize that if this post ends up with zero responses, I will look might silly.
When I was little we used to sing this song:
Oh little devil
Come out and play with me
And bring your monsters three
Chop down my apple tree
Set me on fire
Bash in my cellar door
And we'll be enemies
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