On East 14th, the Blarney Cove is closing this week. On their Facebook page they write, "Final count down has begun. Last day of the bar is now June 25th--Tuesday night... I better see you in person before they shutter the doors."
They've been here a long time and every trip to the Cove is like walking into a Bukowski poem. I went in recently for what is likely my last drink. Here's some of what the regulars had to say.
"This place is closing. Fucking NYU bought the whole thing, from the corner on down. All these boys here gotta find another hole."
"How'm I doin'? Could be worse. Next week I'm getting a full-body everything. They're gonna look at my brain to see if I'm crazy."
"I'm so happy! I love you!"
"All the old bars we used to hang out at are gone. The Ukrainian Club. That's gone. Verkhovyna. That's gone. Vazac's was great, but now it's been yuppified. Yuppies? I mean the hipsters. When they changed the Christodora to condos, that's when it all changed. Giuliani kicked 'em all out. And fucking NYU. Back when Giuliani was, whattayacallit, the mayor."
"The cigarettes make you more nervous."
"Since this place is closing, I'll probably end up at O'Hanlon's."
"Every day, a person has 20 minutes when they feel so tired they could drop right off to sleep."
"I like the International Bar. They got no televisions, which I like. They got kind of a liberal, independent crowd. And cheap beer."
"I shouldn't drink so much, but I feel good. I'm working out at the gym now. I'm so happy! I can look forward now!"
"She's more dangerous than a guy. I'm more afraid of her than a guy."
"I started drinking way too much and then I went fucking crazy. If you don't have something to occupy your brain, you go crazy. And drinking doesn't help. Now I've got crossword puzzles. I'm up to five or six puzzles a day."
"Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy."
"The Japanese and the Irish eat the most seaweed in the world."