The last two weeks were a grumbling mess, what with a huge pile of work to deal with for school. Luckily I had last Friday off, and Tom came to visit on Thursday night. Much fun was had at Big Lug, including some crazy lady who thought her corset was a girdle, and then proceeded to remove it. I've now seen the definition of a hot mess. Except not hot.
No photos from that night, since I forgot the camera. The rest of the weekend is online now.
Friday we started at Happy Hour at Ty's, followed by a subway near-mishap en route to Sushi. And what best follows sushi, you ask? But cupcakes from Billy's of course! I loves me some red velvet. Then we ran into Glenn at Gym Bar while waiting for Snaxx. Our newly augmented group (which was about 8 people at this point, even sans Glenn) arrived at Snaxx, descended into the basement, and rocked the party. Our DC peeps showed up and the music was great, so we stayed until about 1 am - then shot to Nowhere for Cruisin', where we ran into some Farmboyz, Chris, and a few other peeps. Pizza followed, at a crap-tacular place nearby that can't hold a candle to my Pizza Park (oh, how I love your whole wheat crust).
Saturday I cooked up a pork and egg based breakfast, and we ran a few errands in the afternoon. The evening started off with a birthday party at the Eagle, where it was actually bright enough to see people while speaking with them. Met some fun guys, ate some delicious Argentinian cake-like desert, and watched Michael Jackson appear at the World Music Awards (still scary, ya'll!). Then it was off to Penn Station where we were forced to ride a 5 train on the 2 line up to Harlem. A 5 train! On the 2 line! Inconceivable!!!
The rain in Harlem didn't stop the group of teenage girls from getting loud and saucy on the stairs, and after we deftly navigated their weave-politics we got to Damian's pad for his birthday party. I would be remiss if I didn't mention Damian's wonderful roommate, awesome friends, and spacious pre-war apartment. The moldings! The parquet wood floors! The BOOZE! Then the early daylight savings time kicked in and we cabbed it back south.
Morning (okay... afternoon) came too early on Sunday, and we ventured to Chelsea for brunch at Elmo with a couple from DC. I once again proved that I cannot be trusted with stemware, as I splashed a mimosa around before finishing even half of it. Switching to pear bellinis was the smart move, despite remaining in a champagne glass. The room was full of gays, lesbians, and families with kids - how metropolitan! We strolled through the Chelsea Market and tasted a buttery cookie delight while sipping coffee. Before the guys jetted back to DC, Tom and I joined them for a drink at the Dugout. We ended up waiting on the rest of the standard Sunday crew to arrive - then they all left to go party at XXL. Tom and I made the "smart" choice to go visit Glenn at Barrage for another drink - or 3.
Thus, spawning the comment, "Ok, no more Glenn after 5pm on Sundays".
A semi-drunken stumble home through midtown brought us an encounter with an SUV that drove on the sidewalk to chase me. Honest, I only slam people's hoods for a good reason. Then we tried to ice skate at the Rockefeller Center Rink, but with only 10 minutes left of open time, we'd opt for another time. Instead, a quick trip to the Temple and home.
Totally Random. Totally Fun. Totally Awesome Weekend!