RIP Fubar

Nothing exciting to report today, something rather sad actually. Just a couple of hours ago a crane fell on top of the building our bar, Fubar, was in and demolished it. I spoke with Erin who I used to work with at Fubar and she said for the most part everyone is ok (though the cleaning guy, Juan, may not be). It's so surreal though, our bar is gone. The bar I started working at to try and make a living when I moved out here. The bar we spent our New Years Eves at. The bar we went to see our friends at. The bar where Chris and I met. Our own version of Cheers, we knew so many people there. It's gone. So many memories made in that bar. It may be hard for those outside of NYC to understand, but it was so much more then just a bar. You don't find many places in NYC where you can go and everyone knows who you are, like you can at a bar or restaurant in a small town. Fubar was that place for us. Such a sad sad day.