Fulsom East is the last, and I mean LAST, bastion of totally crazy, wonderful, 1960s-70s style sloppy sleeze and good abandon in the City. It has not been taken over by Credit Suisse, Citibank, Chase, or the Gap. It has guys (and girls) of all ages, doing things that they probably wouldn't want their moms to see, unless their moms were Xaviera Hollander. This year it was drop-dead humid but it didn't rain, which only proves that God loves New Yorkers and sodomites. I wish FE a long run.