Some scumbag stole my ssn# years ago. Probably some Islamic militant. Anyway I couldn't get my ID situation straightened out to save my life. The mayor had the city pubs shaking in their boots in fear of serving a minor and getting their license snatched - no one would serve me a drink because of my youthful looks. Tee hee.

I remember one night after surviving the worst day and I had a major crush on a certain someone beautiful who asked me to a cocktail. We sat at the table, close, looking into eachothers eyes, and then the bartender threw me out. Many bars and bartenders humiliated me this way.

Then one day after work me and my good pal Kris Britt went to the top of the World Trade Center and had cocktails sans hassle. A lovely lady escoted us right in. She could see I was a hard headed woman after a hard working day. That night and many nights after that I got drunk with the best of them! Great music! Great food! Great service! Great view! Great God it deserved to be called the World's Greatest Bar on Earth. It was exactly what good hard working human beings deserve at the end of the day, good friends, good laughs, good food, good music and a cocktail in the stars. Now it's gone because of a bunch of religious nuts. Long Live America! Click here to see me do an Original American Belly Dance in honor of Osama Bin Laden.