I may be in the most politically charged bathroom in all of Brooklyn. This is the wc in Freddy’s, which will be torn down due to the new Nets arena being built on this spot sometime in 2006. The walls were plastered with newsletters on how to fight the plan. The neighborhood fought hard to keep the construction away, but lost. Since its demise was evident and the Sox were playing the Yanks, I thought I watch the game at this lovely bar with a Red Sox bias.
Well the dude that usually bartends, and wears a Pedro Martinez Sox jersey, was not there. I worry that people realize that this place will be gone soon and have gotten new jobs. Add insult to injury, a rabid Yankee fan came in doning a Jeter jersey and make an obnoxious spectacle of himself. I was miserable. And the Sox were getting clobbered.
Finally Tahiti rescued me and we went to see her brother dj at the Chocolate Monkey. We both have never been there so we weren’t clear on what to expect. Well, this place hosts a great R&B/hip hop fueled karaoke and her poor brother set was getting pushed back farther and farther into the night since the singers were so good. I felt like I was in a nightclub. Everyone was on pitch and has sexy strong voices. It put my karaoke stylings to shame.