All My Girls At The Party February 24, 2010

I found this blog in my drafts folder and thought it was kinda funny…Storytime with Bianca… 

Do you ever have those days where everything is a song or you just wish you had a mood ring that played a song depending on your mood?! 

It happens to me all the time..a word that I say or someone else says get’s my song database in action. 

Another day in New York and this time we took the morning off to rest and appreciate the day as it came. We eventually headed out to the city and ventured into Soho, my favorite place in NYC. Soho is your ultimate shopping destination with streets covered in shopping. We took the subway in and did a great job at it. Managing not to get lost we ended up on Canal street. 

New York

 

Canal Street = cheap knock offs! Let me tell you that you cannot walk Canal street without someone telling you “Watches?! Louie Vuitton?! Coach?! Handbag?!” Just because I wasn’t carrying a purse didn’t mean that I was looking to buy one…especially a knock off?!? I couldn’t help, but laugh at the amount of people hustling rain or shine. A block away from China Town and Little Italy we had to at least do it for the experience. After five minutes we had enough and went into the direction of a less calmer and nicer part of Soho. We walked towards the museums and looked into a small art gallery. It was filled with interesting pieces and moved on quickly before the museum closed. 

We passed fun pubs, fancy restaurants, graffitied art walls and eventually reached the museum. Being that it closed in half an hour, we skipped the tour and appreciated the lobby art. 

At the Museum

 

Quickly after we hit the streets again, walking to see what we could find. We went into a small art/fashion/independent designer market set up in a school’s auditorium. There were such creative works and so much talent just in the few tables that were showcased. Where else could you find bracelets made out of records or t-shirts with authentic photography. I would for sure keep an eye out for unique places like this again and spend my money on independent crafts. 

We kept walking and heard chanting coming from another door. We couldn’t help ourselves and peeked. It was a Russian church! It was small, but the inside of the building looked incredibly ordained and it was covered in lush fabrics in red and gold. Seeing nothing like this before we quietly creeped out and kept walking. 

We met up a friend from New Jersey for some Thai food and it was delish! We managed to miss that we were drinking during happy hour and missed the $2 beers! Hearing so much about the nightlife in the meatpacking district we headed in that direction. Keep in mind there’s a misty drizzle on us as we walk. 

We stopped by a bar and caught up on some beers along with some good conversation. We got there just in time snagging a table as it quickly filled up a few minutes later. 

Lookin' Like Misty Messes At The Bar

 

Because the night was not planned we went ahead and winged the rest of the night and boy did we ever! Someone mentioned going to a club and we all shrugged it off because we were all in casual attire. One beer after another we all said, what the heck, why not?!? 

Cheers To New York!

 

There we were again, along with the rest of the Saturday nightlife walking the streets. Not only were we walking in the mist, slowly getting drenched we were walking 40 blocks! 

Why don’t we just take a cab?!? Bright idea….except none of us could get a hold of one. Out of the five of us yelling and waving our hands in the air…still nothing. We continued walking and soaking up the mist. Not only were we all casually dressed we were soaked with messy hair and pretty much looked like hot messes! 

Guido(a) 

Yes! This was the word of the trip and we couldn’t stop saying it. Everyone we saw in New York was a guida or guido…we even ended up calling each other that. As we thought we were getting closer to the club we couldn’t help, but laugh at how ridiculous we looked and sounded…Who on earth was going to let us into their club?!?! 

Finally! We saw our destination and to our surprise Samantha Ronson was the DJ of the night. We walked up to the “promoter” and hoped after this long journey we could at least get in and not have to worry about what to do next. He looked over at us and said, “Go ahead.” I couldn’t believe that we were good to go. We handed over the $20 cover, walked in and walked straight to coat check. That is a downer in NY. You can’t leave home without a coat and once you get to your destination you have to check your coat. 

The rest of the night is history. We danced all over the club, including on the stage for some of us and drank the night away. The walk home was a little dreadful and once we got back to the subway it was another wait for our train to arrive. It was 4:45AM and I couldn’t wait to get home.BM

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