A very slow tuesday night in lower manhattan. Bar hopping, feeling really restless and can't stay put for more than a drink at a time. In the search of a conclusive way to end the night we staggered upon Mars and yes, it was a planet of it's own.
Dark narrow space loaded with boxes of beer along one wall and a bar along the other. Quite soon we figured why the end of the counter occupied by us had been empty till then. Barstools were held together by the holy spirit and the toilets where 'trapeze skills come quite handy' were right by.
All and all the place was fun and rowdy, exactly what one needs sometimes to take the edge off...
