Danny

Met the boys from Boston tonight who are down on business. Always great to see them. We met at Deacon Brodies on 46th St. in the heart of the theatre district. Danny is from Glasgow and seems to like this pub as it has Scottish bartenders. Nathan and I just follow along.

They took me to dinner at Becco across the street which was really very good.

This block of 46th St. between 8th and 9th called "Restaurant Row" though right in midtown really has this small town, "Pirates of the Caribbean/New Orleans Square" feeling. Touristy, but fun and intimate as well.

Great evening.

Danny and I have been friends since 1986 when I lived in Glasgow. That is a LONG time I think.

And here in 2009 we are sitting in a restaurant in Manhattan talking about old times.

Our mutual friend Tricia (from Lietrim) e-mailed us both this joke saying it reminded her of the two of us:

Two men were sitting next to each other at a bar in New York. After a while, one guy looks at the other and says, 'I can't help but think, from listening to you, that you're from Ireland .'

The other guy responds proudly, 'Yes, that I am!'

The first guy says, 'So am I! And where about from Ireland might you be'?

The other guy answers, 'I'm from Dublin , I am.'

The first guy responds, 'So am I!'

'Sure and begorra. And what street did you live on in Dublin ?

The other guy says, 'A lovely little area it was. I lived on McCleary Street in the old central part of town.'

The first guy says, 'Faith and it's a small world. So did I! So did I!
And to what school would you have been going'?

The other guy answers, 'Well now, I went to St. Mary's, of course.'

The first guy gets really excited and says, 'And so did I. Tell me, what year did you graduate'?

The other guy answers, 'Well, now, let's see. I graduated in 1964.'

The first guy exclaims, 'The Good Lord must be smiling down upon us! I can hardly believe our good luck at winding up in the same bar tonight. Can you believe it? I graduated from St. Mary's in 1964 my own self!'

About this time, Vicky walks into the bar, sits down and orders a beer.

Brian, the bartender, walks over to Vicky, shaking his head and mutters, 'It's going to be a long night tonight.'

Vicky asks, 'Why do you say that, Brian'?

'The Murphy twins are pissed again.'