WEEKEND UPDATE

Is anyone else hot? I mean, from the millions of layers you're wearing? Holy shit its cold out! Even the fruit guy on the corner of 14th and 5th was missing this morning. What the hell am I supposed to do for breakfast?!? Eat something seasonally appropriate like oatmeal?!? Please! I want imported tropical delicacies like bing cherries and mangos. (En Decembre!)
Anyway, onto: WEEKEND UPDATE.

So I don't know what y'all did this weekend but in NYC there was no shortage of fun and relatively inexpensive things to do. The holiday themed (and anti-reactionary-holiday themed) parties were aplenty. Drink-for-free-in-costume and holdiay burlesque events runneth over the town...and I had a game plan to hit up a bunch. Its getting damn close to Xmas and I wanted to make sure I got a good taste of what this city has to offer a hard-drinking, anti-cheer gal like myself.

It started off alright with a fairly productive Friday night finishing up holiday shopping (plastic resin & catalyst) and card-making for auxilary (read: incarcerted) family members. There were a few open-bar art gallery openings that sounded enticing were they not in crazy places like Long Island City and Ft Washington while Manhattan offered up tons of events in neighborhoods like Chelsea, Tribecca, and the Meat Packing District, but to be honest I try not to leave Brooklyn on the weekends or at most I'll check out the East & West Villages. I figured I'd pop a bottle of Cab and wait for the inspiration and motivation to get me to a party. And it did, sorta. The inspiration came in the form of a totally cute outfit, but the motivation (read: distraction) came in the form of roommates, whiskey, and more wine. I know its only been a few days, but I can't really recall what happened or what we did, but we damn sure didn't leave the house that night, but I DO KNOW that we had fun.

Saturday I was determined to have a fabulous night out. I was under relational obligation to attend a show in the LES where my favorite boy was playing one last gig with old world folk fusion band La Strada. It was at the Living Room which is delightfullly close to Pianos, the Beauty Bar, Dark Room and other fav dive establishments. I had devised a plan that wove a path around the neighborhood ending up at the Library, a disgusting little place with a fabulous juke box where no one will notice (or care) that you're well on your way to throwing up all over yourself.

What actually happened was that I reacquainted myself with old friend Basil Hayden during La Strada's set and washed it down with a lager I snuck in and hence became deliciously drunk by 11:30. Obtaining a drink ticket from the band's viola player I stuck around for one more with the group before heading back to Brooklyn to drop off the percussion stuffs.

That turned out to be an exercise of freezing, slippery, hilarity. One dragging a floor tom and carrying tamborines and cowbells, the other saddled with symbols we wandered our way back to Delancy in a ridicuous storm. Hail, ice, sleet, high heels and bourbon. You pretty much get the idea. Drunkenness deluded us into making more plans- (Its what? 1:30? Sweet, we got the whole night ahead of us!) After flagging down a car to take us the rest of the way back into BedStuy (which happened after UNsuccessfully trying to get a mexican in a Nissan Maxima to take us home, although he pulled around twice to ask us where we were going) we devoured the forgotten lamb sandwich I had bought for dinner and went to bed.

Sunday was another opportunity to soak in some of the Big Apple's eccentric charms, but following suit with the weekend, I chose to ignore them. And it was awesome. Even though I didn't get the most kick-ass/sexy boots on earth (why, oh why, does no shop seem to carry enough size 9s?) and the sparkly-party dress I've been pining after (see Thursday's post) turned out to suck Sunday was friggin' spectacular. It was because I spent it with my best friend. We met in midtown and acted like retards running up and down isles, and talked way too loudly about what has happened to us since last we spoke and which of our fellow shoppers we thought were actually retarded. We stole a delicous lunch from a nearby grocery store and then parted ways.

Later that night having fully resigned myself to NOT living it up glamorous-cosmopolitan-like I ate piles of hummus and veggies with a roommate while he discussed the hob-knobbery-dress-up party he had to attend later that night. Other roomie and his girlfriend joined us and while roommate A showered and outfitted himself in suit and overcoat the 3 of us retired to the couch to share youtube videos, pictures, stories,and another bottle of wine. Joined by the favorite boy of mine and the be-suited housemate who lost his nerve to take a shuttle and 2 transfers to the party, we drank, laughed, and took turns petting the dog. All in all I think we had a terrific night. New York's big and full of excitement and wonder, but when it comes down to it, its the people who make it, and I was happy to have spent a weekend with the people who make my New York awesome.