01st Jan 2008
Happy New Year!
Mommy, I don’t feel so good.
It was a New Year’s Eve celebration as they are meant to be celebrated, I supposed, at least in some debauched fantasy of how New Year’s Eve should be celebrated in downtown NYC. With Adi not feeling well, but an out-of-town buddy to entertain, along with two other stags, we pretty much ripped it up old-skool. Luckily, I had my camera with me, so the elements of today’s hangover are captured forever on Flickr.
We started at a J’s Greenwich Village bachelor pad. We decided to get an early move on the night, figuring we should pack in a big meal before too late or we’d never get a seat, as we didn’t have reservations anywhere, so we hit the pavement looking for a restaurant around 6pm. We hit on Lupa Osterio Romana, on Thompson just north of Houston. It looked great but they couldn’t take us till 7:30, so we killed around an hour at Aturo’s Cafe (pictures), around the corner on Houston, where bartender Tony looked after us. We ate the warm antipasto, with the questionable inclusion of scungilli (aka whelk), an acquired taste apparently. We then had dinner at Lupa’s, which was excellent (pictures).
From there hit our first party of the night, at the parent’s place friends of a friend. Very swanky West Village locale. (We felt under-dressed. I literally missed the memo.) There was a ton of food and booze, including a suckling pig, which looked amazing but we were stuffed. It was a cool scene, but we were planning to hit the Bulgarian Bar, so we thought we should get there before midnight.
The Bulgarian was pretty dead when we arrived, though, about 11:30, which was a bummer, as we had just paid a large sum to gain entrance. Then I remembered I was invited to another party not far away, so we quickly decamped for a highrise party with a great view over the Lower East Side. We rang in the new year among relative strangers who made us feel most welcome. We discovered only after we were already pretty lit the amazing scotch collection of the host.
We eventually made our way back to the Bulgarian for another hour or more of dancing and fun. On the way home, I needlessly consumed a huge shwarma sandwich, falling asleep bloated and awaking with killer indigestion. All in all, a swell New Year’s celebration.
Mommy, I don’t feel so good.
It was a New Year’s Eve celebration as they are meant to be celebrated, I supposed, at least in some debauched fantasy of how New Year’s Eve should be celebrated in downtown NYC. With Adi not feeling well, but an out-of-town buddy to entertain, along with two other stags, we pretty much ripped it up old-skool. Luckily, I had my camera with me, so the elements of today’s hangover are captured forever on Flickr.
We started at a J’s Greenwich Village bachelor pad. We decided to get an early move on the night, figuring we should pack in a big meal before too late or we’d never get a seat, as we didn’t have reservations anywhere, so we hit the pavement looking for a restaurant around 6pm. We hit on Lupa Osterio Romana, on Thompson just north of Houston. It looked great but they couldn’t take us till 7:30, so we killed around an hour at Aturo’s Cafe (pictures), around the corner on Houston, where bartender Tony looked after us. We ate the warm antipasto, with the questionable inclusion of scungilli (aka whelk), an acquired taste apparently. We then had dinner at Lupa’s, which was excellent (pictures).
From there hit our first party of the night, at the parent’s place friends of a friend. Very swanky West Village locale. (We felt under-dressed. I literally missed the memo.) There was a ton of food and booze, including a suckling pig, which looked amazing but we were stuffed. It was a cool scene, but we were planning to hit the Bulgarian Bar, so we thought we should get there before midnight.
The Bulgarian was pretty dead when we arrived, though, about 11:30, which was a bummer, as we had just paid a large sum to gain entrance. Then I remembered I was invited to another party not far away, so we quickly decamped for a highrise party with a great view over the Lower East Side. We rang in the new year among relative strangers who made us feel most welcome. We discovered only after we were already pretty lit the amazing scotch collection of the host.
We eventually made our way back to the Bulgarian for another hour or more of dancing and fun. On the way home, I needlessly consumed a huge shwarma sandwich, falling asleep bloated and awaking with killer indigestion. All in all, a swell New Year’s celebration.
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