{"id":551,"date":"2008-06-10T11:54:52","date_gmt":"2008-06-10T18:54:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/index.php\/2008\/06\/the-drunkards-dream-night\/"},"modified":"2008-06-13T22:50:28","modified_gmt":"2008-06-14T05:50:28","slug":"the-drunkards-dream-night","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/2008\/06\/10\/the-drunkards-dream-night\/","title":{"rendered":"A Lit Drunkard’s Night Dream"},"content":{"rendered":"

from the NY Times<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

A Night Out That Became a Night In. In the Bar.<\/nyt_headline><\/h1>\n

<\/p>\n

Richard Perry\/The New York Times<\/p>\n

Kyle Hausmann spent hours longer than he intended at Trophy Bar in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, after being locked in overnight.<\/span>\u00a0<\/p>\n

By\u00a0CARA BUCKLEY<\/a><\/p>\n

The singer R. Kelly wrote a popular R & B opera about being trapped in a closet. Nicholas White became a minor celebrity after security cameras caught him stuck in a Manhattan elevator for 41 hours. Add to these annals of urban misfortune the tale of Kyle Hausmann, a mild-mannered paralegal who recently found himself locked in a Brooklyn bar.<\/p>\n

The night in question started innocuously enough for Mr. Hausmann, 24, a Harvard graduate who lives with a roommate in Bedford-Stuyvesant, Brooklyn. \"The<\/a>It was May 20, a Tuesday, and Mr. Hausmann\u2019s roommate was the D.J. at Trophy Bar in Williamsburg.<\/p>\n

Mr. Hausmann got to the bar at 8 p.m. It was a spirited night. There was dancing. There was drinking. Mr. Hausmann downed a few more drinks than he normally would.<\/p>\n

\u201cReally sweet guy,\u201d Mandy Misagal, one of the bar\u2019s three owners, who was bartending that night, said of Mr. Hausmann. \u201cReally wasted but super nice.\u201d<\/p>\n

The hours melted away. Four a.m. approached, closing time, so Ms. Misagal tallied the night\u2019s receipts as a worker cleaned up. Mr. Hausmann was milling about with the last stragglers. Then, around 4:30, he went into a bathroom. And for reasons that are unclear even to him, he stayed in there for quite a while.<\/p>\n

The bar emptied. Ms. Misagal flipped off the light in one of the bar\u2019s two bathrooms, reached for the doorknob of the second bathroom and found it locked. \u201cCurious,\u201d she thought. Seeing no light coming from the bathroom, and hearing not a peep, she figured that the other bar worker had accidentally locked it behind him. Then her car service showed up and honked. Ms. Misagal went outside. The other worker pulled down the security gate and padlocked it from the outside.<\/p>\n

They both left.<\/p>\n

A few moments later, Mr. Hausmann opened the bathroom door. That is when he realized he was locked in the bar.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe lights are off in the bar, and the chairs are up. And I wondered, \u2018Where did everybody go?\u2019\u00a0\u201d Mr. Hausmann said.<\/p>\n

A faint light was coming through the windows \u2014 it was about 5:30 a.m. \u201cI thought, \u2018I guess I\u2019m going to be late for work,\u2019\u00a0\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy working theory was that I had gone down a wormhole,\u201d he continued. \u201cSomeone pointed out that perhaps I had gone to Narnia. But I would\u2019ve remembered Narnia. So it must\u2019ve been a wormhole.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mr. Hausmann tried the front and back doors, but they were locked and needed keys to be opened. The windows had bars. Mr. Hausmann deliberated whether to pour himself a drink. \u201cAnd then I decided that I didn\u2019t really want one,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

Calling the police seemed extreme, so instead he dialed up friends on his cellphone. But no one picked up \u2014 it was 6 a.m. Finally, a friend who was staying at his apartment in Bedford-Stuyvesant answered and tried to shake Mr. Hausmann\u2019s roommate awake. \u201cKyle\u2019s stuck somewhere; he needs your help,\u201d the friend mumbled. But the roommate slept on and the friend fell back asleep.<\/p>\n

Next, Mr. Hausmann picked up the bar\u2019s phone and hit redial, inadvertently calling the mother of one of the owners in Las Vegas.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow did you get this number?\u201d the woman asked. \u201cYou can\u2019t be calling because you\u2019re locked in a bar.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mr. Hausmann hung up. He wandered around the bar, trying to figure out what to do. Then he happened on a laptop on the bottom shelf of the D.J. booth.<\/p>\n

\u201cI checked my e-mail,\u201d he said, \u201cwhich was completely not helpful. My friends were planning a get-together. And I wrote back, \u2018Yes, this will work. If only I could figure out how to escape from the bar I\u2019m trapped in.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n

Next he did a Google search for \u201cwhat to do if you get locked in a bar.\u201d \u201cBut Google did not have any good answers,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

And then \u2014 hallelujah! \u2014 he found a spare set of keys for the bar. Believing escape was near, he penned a note to the bar owners on a paper towel, saying he had gotten trapped and was letting himself out and would return the keys later that day. He ended on an affectionate note. \u201cThe mystery only adds to my fondness of the bar,\u201d he wrote.<\/p>\n

But there was that security gate beyond the front door, padlocked from the outside. And yet there was still another possibility of escape. Trophy Bar has a garden patio, and now that he had keys, Mr. Hausmann could get back there. He went out, climbed on top of a picnic table, surveyed his options and worried about what the neighbors might think.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere were a lot of fences to go over,\u201d he said. \u201cBut I wasn\u2019t worried about going over. I was worried about being seen going over. Because it was first thing in the morning. And people might wonder \u2018what\u2019s going on here?\u2019 and call the police.\u201d<\/p>\n

So he tried another round of phone calls. Finally, he reached a friend who agreed to come to the bar. The plan was for Mr. Hausmann to slip the keys under the security gate, and for the friend to open the padlock. The friend showed up, and began calling Mr. Hausmann\u2019s cellphone and banging on the security gate. But by that time Mr. Hausmann had fallen asleep on a bench out back.<\/p>\n

Mr. Hausmann eventually woke up and again called his friend, who agreed to come back. It was around 8:30 a.m., 12 \u00bd hours after his night at the bar began.<\/p>\n

Then Mr. Hausmann heard some clanking, and the security gate went up.<\/p>\n

Jim Rowe, another of the bar\u2019s owners, walked in.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd there was Kyle standing there,\u201d Mr. Rowe said. \u201cHe was pretty smiley. I couldn\u2019t believe it. I asked, \u2018Are you hung over? Are you O.K.?\u2019\u00a0\u201d<\/p>\n

Mr. Hausmann replied: \u201cI\u2019m fine, I just got to go to work.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI really love your bar,\u201d Mr. Hausmann continued, as Mr. Rowe stared at him, dumbstruck. \u201cI\u2019ll be back.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mr. Hausmann\u2019s mini-saga might lack the melodrama of R. Kelly\u2019s fictional musical epic, and it was vastly less harrowing than the grim ordeal endured by Mr. White. But it has made Mr. Hausmann something of a cause c\u00e9l\u00e8bre at Trophy Bar, where the owners gave him nods on their\u00a0MySpace<\/a>\u00a0page.<\/p>\n

And just as he promised, Mr. Hausmann has gone back to Trophy Bar. He celebrated his 24th birthday there last Tuesday.<\/p>\n

When the party was over, Mr. Hausmann walked out, unimpeded, into the night.<\/p>\n

[ click to read hilarious piece at the NY Times<\/a> ]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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