New York, New York ...the City That Never Sleeps

This past week in NYC was packed full of events, celebrations and shows…and I am sure each one were amazing…however we (Joanna, Erin and I) didn’t manage to participate in any of them. We opted, instead for the week long “Spring Break-esque” self-made party.

With Erin back from the Hamptons on Monday and Martin on his flight back to Switzerland, Erin took me out to Mexican for my birthday dinner. We started the dinner with margaritas and guacamole…and ended the dinner with margaritas with guacamole. Yes, it was the perfect meal, we each had a pitcher of margaritas and a side of guacamole…no more, and no less (thankfully… any more would have been truly ugly. One of us may or may not have passed out on the toilet later that night). Truly a perfect birthday dinner…and perfect start to the week. Who needs city wide celebrations when you have friends like these!

With the arrival of Joanna on Wednesday night, the debauchery continued without slowing down… that is until our attempt on Thursday evening. After two hot messes of a night in a row we decided to have a low key night at sushi. However, like all good intentions, they were completely shut down after the third bottle of wine…upon leaving the restaurant with hopes of going home, we realized that we were in the “Karaoke” neighborhood and the night quickly took a turn for the worse. (Did I tell you how much I love this city…seriously, what other city has a neighborhood known for its karaoke?). So of course, our mellow sushi dinner turned into a Karaoke marathon at Sing Sing Karoke on Avenue A… We walked into the almost empty bar (the only other patrons were Dr. Phil – not to be confused with the real one, this Dr. Phil was an aspiring singer who probably should keep practicing – and his not so successful voice coach) and owned the microphone for the rest of the night…although the “owning of the microphone” was less due to our singing abilities and more due to the fact that we were the only ones there. We called it a night only when our voices (and the tequila) gave out . But no worries, we had more music in our future…

Two nights later, after trying (unsuccessfully) to get tickets to the MTV Music Awards we traded in hopes of seeing A List celebrities and pop icons, and instead opted for Rubik Cube, New York’s own 80’s cover band on Saturday night. Like all 80’s cover bands playing in a venue with a fully stocked bar…these guys rocked! I can’t tell you what they played, but I knew all of the songs and felt inclined to sing along even when I didn’t know the words…And, at this live show, I was able to get up on stage and rock out with the band…I don’t think even Beyonce would have been as kind.

To wrap up the week of non-events, we skipped out on Fashion Week to do some serious shopping on Sunday…this is of course after shaking off the hangover from 80’s night. And really shopping is the end result of fashion week, so it was almost like we were there (although, instead of buying clothes, we bought books, jewelry and a lamp…yes, a lamp).

Seven years out of college and seven solid days partying it up in New York…yup, we still got it…at least that is what we thought, various other New Yorkers might disagree.