Yesterday I went to a bar called Von on the Lower East Side/East Village, w/e. Von was just bursting at the seams with stylish people. A pit bull roamed the room and when I pet him, he felt very clean and well-muscled. I enjoy going to bars because they draw together an interesting mix of people and there seem to be fewer restrictions about who you can talk to and what you can say. I mean at any given time probably 50% of the people at a bar WANT to talk to someone not in their immediate social group I had good interactions with the people I was with, with a guy waiting at the bar and with the bartender. Afterwards I went home, thankful it wasn’t raining