I was sitting at a barstool at the Bunker Club on 23rd street. Depending on where you stand, it's either a dive or a hipster bar. To me, it's my neighborhood joint that is the closest place I can walk to for a five dollar beer and a shot of rye whiskey.
It was a break between writing up all our 2019 Rewind posts where I needed to get out of the house and see the happy hour regulars. In between chatting with Kyle about horror films and Steve, the older guy who sits alone in the back and drinks his own whiskey and beer, the power blacked out.