after the party is the after-party...
paul's weekend visits are becoming more and more epic. witness the last 24 hours of whirlwind kristine/paul time:
breakfast at prune in the lower east side, which serves an amazingly simple but surprisingly delicious brunch, complete with pete's coffee... paul's own personal favorite brew. i had the soft scrambled eggs... paul had the pulled pork sandwich. well worth the commute downtown.
pounding the pavement in soho included a trip to robert marc to repair paul's sunglasses, which inexplicably disintegrated in front of prune, american apparel where i invested in the requisite hipster attire for my frequent evenings out in the east village, and campers shoe store for a pair of smart/comfortable work shoes.
i still can't believe we left the 5th avenue apple store empty handed. unfortunately, they didn't have the headphones i needed and i couldn't fit one of the mac book pros into my purse. oh well.
dinner plans were made at bombay talkie, with cafeteria as a back up. couldn't get reservations until 10:30, but left the apartment at 9:00 dressed to the nines to check out therapy, a very cool bar in hell's kitchen i wanted to try out based on a friend's recommendation and the fact that the drink menu includes tasty delights such as "pavlov's dog" and "ying-yang"--mine and paul's drinks, respectively. by the time we finished our cocktails it was 11:30! (i think i had more than one drink, actually) i was smashed, we were both hungry, and we had less than 30 minutes to get our butts to the west village, grab dinner, and join paul's friends for some booty shakin' at mixx lounge. (not our usual flavor, but paul's friend's friend knew someone who knew someone who was having a birthday party... you all know the story.)
after that, the highlights include:
-me getting picked up by a lesbian at the pizza joint. she was 48 and thought i was adorable. i was drunk, hungry, and flattered.
-cupcakes at mixx lounge!!! this should be a requirement for every bar. i'm sure others will agree with me.
-i've been itching to dance to jt's sexyback and christina's ain't no other man. i got my wish.
-a round of petron can extend the evening an extra hour or two.
-some guy was upset over a misunderstanding about my relationship with paul. he poured beer on my head. i'm not kidding. he said something about being pissed that i left him on the dance floor. i'm still mad at him. *growl*/*glare*
-a post-party/anti-hangover meal at french roast to close out the evening with soup and hummus before heading to bed at 5:30am.
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we're going to have a hard time topping that evening when paul comes back in october... but the fact that i managed to get us tickets to scissor sisters (yah, who's your mama?) will help our cause quite a bit.
breakfast at prune in the lower east side, which serves an amazingly simple but surprisingly delicious brunch, complete with pete's coffee... paul's own personal favorite brew. i had the soft scrambled eggs... paul had the pulled pork sandwich. well worth the commute downtown.
pounding the pavement in soho included a trip to robert marc to repair paul's sunglasses, which inexplicably disintegrated in front of prune, american apparel where i invested in the requisite hipster attire for my frequent evenings out in the east village, and campers shoe store for a pair of smart/comfortable work shoes.
i still can't believe we left the 5th avenue apple store empty handed. unfortunately, they didn't have the headphones i needed and i couldn't fit one of the mac book pros into my purse. oh well.
dinner plans were made at bombay talkie, with cafeteria as a back up. couldn't get reservations until 10:30, but left the apartment at 9:00 dressed to the nines to check out therapy, a very cool bar in hell's kitchen i wanted to try out based on a friend's recommendation and the fact that the drink menu includes tasty delights such as "pavlov's dog" and "ying-yang"--mine and paul's drinks, respectively. by the time we finished our cocktails it was 11:30! (i think i had more than one drink, actually) i was smashed, we were both hungry, and we had less than 30 minutes to get our butts to the west village, grab dinner, and join paul's friends for some booty shakin' at mixx lounge. (not our usual flavor, but paul's friend's friend knew someone who knew someone who was having a birthday party... you all know the story.)
after that, the highlights include:
-me getting picked up by a lesbian at the pizza joint. she was 48 and thought i was adorable. i was drunk, hungry, and flattered.
-cupcakes at mixx lounge!!! this should be a requirement for every bar. i'm sure others will agree with me.
-i've been itching to dance to jt's sexyback and christina's ain't no other man. i got my wish.
-a round of petron can extend the evening an extra hour or two.
-some guy was upset over a misunderstanding about my relationship with paul. he poured beer on my head. i'm not kidding. he said something about being pissed that i left him on the dance floor. i'm still mad at him. *growl*/*glare*
-a post-party/anti-hangover meal at french roast to close out the evening with soup and hummus before heading to bed at 5:30am.
***
we're going to have a hard time topping that evening when paul comes back in october... but the fact that i managed to get us tickets to scissor sisters (yah, who's your mama?) will help our cause quite a bit.
posted by cheeky monkey at 2:07 AM
3 Comments:
my heart is bruised for the ache of wanting to have been there with you two!!
can't say i'm a fan of "sexy back." the hotel we stayed at in london in august only seemed to play that and that new fergie song. don't think you deserved to get beer poured on your head though.
We are rock stars. Honestly. You left out the part about our dipping on the dance floor. Im pretty sure we could be on some dancing reality show. Ben, i dont know you but clearly you know nothing about quality trashy pop.
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