Tugboat's North Sea House is no more. I went and helped pack up some of the toys, books, and the liquor cabinet (bottles are much easier to move when they're empty).
This place was where I went when I had to get out of my teeny apartment, or when we closed the office early on a Friday. Where I knew I could get a burger when I couldn't stand the thought of cooking. It was that corner bar that every singleton needs for when you don't have plans but you need somewhere to go. I took my visiting out-of-town friends here, to show them a Hamptons they never expected.
I met so many new friends here (some of whom didn't outlast my friendship with the bar, but that's another story). Here, I sang in public for the first time in years. I jammed with musicians here who are so far out of my league that anywhere else, I would have been nothing more than audience. And wow, did we put out some awesome music.
Sing a chorus of "Big Yellow Taxi" here. It's a strange moment to find that I've been in the Hamptons long enough to start seeing things change. Now I can start a story with "Back when we used to..."
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