RIP Snitch

I just got the most devastating news. My favorite rock 'n roll bar in NYC is closing Saturday, May 3rd. In memory of Snitch, I wrote a little thank you letter that I'd like to share.

Dearest Snitch,
My heart is breaking that you're closing, but I'll never forget the memories we've shared. Remember our first time together? I let that guy Jon feel my boobs because I thought he was gay. Too bad he was just a raging pervert. And then that random girl we were with started puking at the bar. What a night!
I want to thank you for all the life lessons I have learned with you. Remember the first time I heard "crazy bitch" by buckcherry and loved it so much that it actually made me want to be a stripper? Then when "pour some sugar on me" came on I danced on the couches until the heel of my favorite black boots broke, and then realized that the exotic dance profession might not be for me. Thank you for teaching me...
Remember when my brother was home from L.A. for Christmas and I introduced him to you? We played air guitar all night and nobody judged us. You were always so accepting of me. Thank you for accepting my brother with open arms.
Most of all, thank you for accepting me in a t-shirt and chuck taylors. I've never felt more beautiful than when I was with you at 2 a.m. on a friday, bombed with makeup running down my face.
I will miss you, but I'll never forget you.
Love,
Lisa