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bandsonfilm · 10 months
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Dream Wife at their album launch show at The George Tavern.
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zoezoegr · 10 months
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I made a low-fi, vertical documentary by accident about a night at The George Tavern 🤷‍♀️
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agentsofthelexicon · 4 months
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Agents of the Lexicon at Streetwork Zine launch event, at The George Tavern, along with Plutoz Beach, Man/Woman/Chainsaw and Cult of Shane on 28th April 2023
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ratstailsmusic · 9 months
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Courtney, Rats-Tails 'Spines' Single Launch Party at The George Tavern (March 2022)
Photo Credit: Zac Mahrouche
Listen to 'Spines' here: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/ratstails/spines
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kelvingemstone · 8 months
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jaime lannister has been in the riverlands with brienne of tarth for twelve slutty, slutty years
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my-deer-friend · 1 month
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Fraunces Tavern is one of the very few remaining colonial-era buildings in New York, and was the site of several historic moments, including Washington's farewell to his officers in 1783 and the Society of the Cincinnati dinner that Hamilton and Burr attended a week before the duel.
The long room where Washington had his farewell:
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The museum also has letters by Washington and Nathan Hale.
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And Ben Tallmadge's memoirs.
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Along with, for some reason, a bit of Washington's hair.
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newyorkthegoldenage · 2 years
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John Sloan, McSorley’s Cats, 1929. Oil on canvas.
Between 1912 and 1930, Sloan created five paintings of McSorley's Old Ale House. In this version, he depicted a few of his friends enjoying the bar known for its "good ale, raw onions, and no ladies." Seated at the table in the lower left corner are Sloan himself (with pipe and glasses), the cartoonist Art Young, and George O. Hamlin (with pipe). Artist and critic Alexander Kruse leans on the bar, holding a cane. The proprietor of the tavern, Bill McSorley, opens the icebox to feed his cats ground bull's liver.
Source: Huntington Library
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cherry-pop-elf · 5 months
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Diary Of A Tavern Keeper: Madam Rosmerta
April 1st: 1999
The Day I Learned The World Is Truly Heartless, And Unforgiving
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Dear Diary: I know I haven’t written in you in ages, but today has made me require you. I’ve come to need comfort from you, because I’ve had my world crumble. I thought I was so lucky, leaving with all my family alive, but it seems there are some burdens I’ll need to carry.
I better start from the beginning, dear Diary. It’s April First, and the tavern was bustling as it normally was. More playful than normal, of course. Was smiling all the same, as the kids were being kids. Playing pranks, and able to move on. The world was healing, and it was about damn time.
Was cleaning up some little ruffles of paper, from some exploding spells, when I saw a sad sap come in. Not uncommon for some homeless soul to find safety in my tavern. I welcome with open arms. The war has damaged everyone. Like hell I would turn away a face that needed help. Placed my wand in my hair, and tried to offer a welcoming smile.
Poor bastard looked like shit. Hair was so long and mangled. Such a dark color from never washing, I couldn’t tell if it was red or brown. Tucked under a beanie, and hidden in a warned out sweater. Bandages on his head, from the war I bet, and just looking broken. Teary stained on those freckles cheeks. My poor heart broke.
He would slump himself towards a booth, and just seemed to collapse in it. Trying to hide from the world, as he covered his head with his lanky arms. Poor baby. I just couldn’t leave him be. Had my kid make something fresh, before I came over with a warm butter beer for the poor thing.
As I set it down, I heard him humming. Was hard, with the noise of the tavern, but I knew that tune. I know my music. Poor lad was humming ‘Happy Birthday’ to himself. The last time I heard anyone sing happy birthday, on April First, was those wild twins.
I didn’t want to believe it, and I think my brain was in denial even. But when he noticed me there, and looked up, the world came crashing down on me. Seeing those familiar doe brown eyes. Big and brown, and looking so empty. Those freckled cheeks so flushed from his crying. I didn’t want to accept it, but it happened. A pair became one.
“Hey Mama Rose-“ That poor baby’s voice choked out. Through it all, he was still trying to force a smile. Try and brighten everyone’s world. This poor baby was trying so hard to be happy. Think he realized it wouldn’t work this time, because he hiccuped.
“Oh baby-“ I was soon in the booth with him, and just had to hold him close. I knew it was George. He was always the more emotional of the twins. If it was Fred, he would have been as silent as a Grave. Seems like he took the old saying too literal. That damn war.
Don’t know how long we were like that. How long he was sobbing. How long I stroked that poor greasy hair, or how long I even cried for. I couldn’t imagine the two of them being separated. That they were no longer a pair. They were ALWAYS Fred And George. The Weasley Twins. The Twin Terrors. Double Trouble. They were to fill the world with so much happiness.
I never let go. He needed a mama. Mrs. Molly wasn’t quite the best. I’ve seen her howlers. She’s rather aggressive. He didn’t need shouting. He just needed someone to cry on, and not try and tell him everything will be ok. Shit won’t be ok. His twin is dead and gone. I won’t sugar coat it, or hide from it, like I bet everyone else is. That’s not how you get closure.
“Stay here as long as ya want, lad. Ain’t turning you away.” I comforted. I knew why he was here. He was trying so hard to celebrate their birthday together. They came here every time it was. To prank the unsuspecting tavern goers. I loved it. I missed it. This baby is so brave, trying to keep the tradition.
He needed an escape. He couldn’t go somewhere familiar. It’ll remind him to much of his twin. He needed a change in scenery, and I’ll offer it. As long as he needed it. Those two were just little devils for my bar. Loved every minute of it. I’ll make sure he knows it. He needs someone to help him move on. And it seems his mother can’t solve all his problems this time.
As I write, I swear I can hear him sobbing right next to him. He’s just in the room over, and I tell you he’s crying away. His whole world is shattered, yet he’s trying so damn hard to keep living. To do it for Fred. He is truly the bravest man I have ever met. No one will ever compare.
This poor baby. Don’t worry George. Mama Rose will take care of you. You brought me laughter when no one else could. When I went through my divorce. Like hell you won’t have the gesture returned.
Good night, Diary. And good night Fred. Wherever you are, in this terrible world out there. We miss you.
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resurrectionist3 · 1 year
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Me on my Rivington’s shit😌
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Fr tho finally got to visit Fraunces Tavern in NYC and OH MY GOD it was beautiful. By the time we got there, the museum section was only open for literally 6 minutes. But they were super nice and let us look around anyways even though I didn’t get to do a super in depth look at everything. I got a pic of Benny Boy’s diary and I found it hilarious that the museum had a funko pop figure display of Georgie crossing the Delaware. We also saw Trinity Church on the way to the Tavern so of course I had to visit Alex😌
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Also unrelated to the tavern but we saw Sweeney Todd on Broadway and I got to talk to Gaten Matarazzo at the stage door. Such an excellent show it was a childhood dream come true to be able to see Sweeney Todd on stage.
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rowanhoney · 8 months
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the joy and relief, I won’t be working, I’ll be off and free to party soooo hard at the speedy label anniversary
I will not repeat the warpaint after party keira knightley incident again
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bandsonfilm · 3 months
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Heartworms // The George Tavern // 07.01.2024
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zoezoegr · 9 months
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Velvetine at The George Tavern
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marq-de-laf · 2 years
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In the midst of the panic gripping the city, Washington rode into town about 10:00 p.m., escorted by 200 light dragoons. The Virginian was well ahead of his army. He spent the night at City Tavern, where he was introduced for the first time to Lafayette. The commander-in-chief impressed the Frenchman, who long recalled when he 'beheld for the first time that great man.' Although Washington 'was surrounded by officers and citizens, it was impossible to mistake for a moment his majestic figure and deportment; nor was he less distinguished by the noble affability of his manner.'
Brandywine: A Military History of the Battle that Lost Philadelphia but Saved America, September 11, 1777 by Michael C. Harris, pg. 82. City Tavern used to be a working restaurant pre-COVID. It has since shut down and reopened as a museum only. I was lucky enough to eat at the tavern while it was still in operation and will treasure the memory.
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ratstailsmusic · 9 months
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Rats-Tails 'Spines' Single Launch Party at The George Tavern (March 2022)
Photo Credit: Zac Mahrouche
Listen to 'Spines' here: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/ratstails/spines
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fructidor · 2 years
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fraunces tavern + trinity church
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vandaliatraveler · 2 years
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Icons of the National Road, Part 5. Fort Necessity National Battlefield commemorates the site of one of the earliest battles of the French and Indian War. Shortly after ambushing a French expedition led by Joseph Coulon de Villiers, Sieur de Jumonville at a nearby mountain glen, Colonel George Washington ordered his Colonial militia to construct a “fort” - little more than a stockade surrounded by breastworks - at Great Meadows in anticipation of an attack by the French. Sure enough, on July 3, 1754, Jumonville’s older brother, Louis Coulon de Villiers, led a French and Native American force in an assault on the fort, which was defended by the Colonial militia and small number of British regulars under Washington's command. After a day-long battle in the rain, Washington was compelled to surrender and sign a confession admitting to Jumonville’s assassination. It was the first and last time in his career he would surrender to the enemy. 
In addition to a reconstruction of the fort and its earthworks, the park includes a visitor center with a museum, the Mount Washington Tavern, General Edward Braddock’s gravesite, and Jumonville Glen.
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