Two Tramps In Mud Time

It's been one of those weekends that make NYC seem like a great place to live. Not that it isn't usually - but honestly it's not (more or less). I guess New York is OK. It all kicks off as a birthday party for a friend. We go out to a place called Le Souk (East side above Houston) a tidy little restaurant with a tiny little dance floor. I'll cut to the chase, on this; thanks to the friend for the birthday party and thanks to all the friends who could make it. I had fun despite the venue. My recommendation to any potential customers - don't go. The DJs sucked, dropping beats, dead air, and trainwrecking when ever they played more than one record at a time. The staff were courteous fuck jobs. Three words, one expletive: red velvet fucking rope. Additionally, unbelievably, a table could only be had if you bought a bottle - a bottle of Absolute costs $200 here. The music started off as Mediterranean Inflected House, then dropped it's pretenses and was just House. Sadly, the DJs were not even able to play House wi