It's Dagfinn's birthday the day after I get back from St. Louis. We start the night early at The Delancey on the Lower East Side, which has a roof deck that's nice enough that we overlook the rather warm beers. Things turn pretty dark, though, after about nine when the manager rather rudely informs us that we would each have to pay a $10 cover if we want to stay (despite the fact that our rather large group had already at that point been generous customers for hours), and that if we don't want to pay, we'll have to leave, immediately.

We may have (MAY have) just laughed it off, paid the stupid cover and stayed, had they not been so rude about it, but screw that noise. We all leave and go to the Magician around the corner, which is far more accomodating. Fun night, all in all.