direct hit

question: what happens when you place two moderately-attractive, moderately well-dressed, single girls in the line of fire for the tap in a popular manhattan bar? many direct hits.

by happenstance, two seats in front of the bar opened up at Bua, the decent but oddly-named East Village hangout, when a friend and I showed up there, on a testosterone-heavy night. somehow we attracted an international crowd, various Irish dudes, an australian, an arabic guy, and one extremely tall american dude in an oakland a's cap.

I'd reccommend it for fun times and free drinks.... though it's a gamble- if you're not at the right place, you're likely to get some undesirables hitting on you at the bar I'd imagine, but it can be colorful, being the greeting committee. I got called "kinda bitchy" (somewhat friendly manner, but nonetheless) by an aggressive irish guy... and he kept hitting on me for quite a bit. I'm not bragging about being dubbed "bitchy," but it's amusing. Moreso if you know me...? Right? Funny, right?