I Just Want to Dance and Eat

The only way to truly experience exceptional night life in a fabulous city is 1) girls only 2) you need a promoter(s)

Living on the East Coast, traveling between states is so accessible it would be a shame not to, hence we decided a New York City trip was in order. Mala, Isa and I had been to New York before but Jasmine had not, we instantly began compiling a list of our favorite places and spaces in the Concrete Jungle, but to our dismay Jasmine would have none of it.

"I just want to dance and eat."

Easy enough...

We boarded our bus on a Thursday night and began our trek up to New York. We got into the city around 10 pm, dropped our bags at The Plaza and not wanting to waste any time decided to start our vacation. We "quickly" got ready and headed to the Meatpacking District, Le Bain at the Standard seemed appropriate enough. We casually bypassed the line to flirt our way into the club, but instead of finding a bored meat-head doorman we run into an anorexic witchy woman. Tragic. "If you aren't on the list you aren't getting in." Rude. Unfortunately "But we're from LA" does not have the same influence in NYC...go figure. Jasmine being the more vocal in the group was not going to give up that easily, after a couple minutes of scheming and spinning we realized our efforts were futile and we should try out another. Dejectedly we headed down another street, Mala and I intersected a hipster on our walk and he pointed us in the direction of a club on the street. "Tell them you are with Raul and Fiasco Magazine." We waltzed past the line and headed into the club, Kiss and Fly. Now this was more like it. After a night of mingling and dancing we headed back to the apartment giddy with our dumb luck.

Friday we woke up had breakfast and headed to Fifth Ave for a little shopping. As dusk began to set in we made our way back to the apartment. We had a long night ahead of us and we wanted to rest up. Tonight we had plans to meet up with some of Isa's friends from Venezuela, back to the Standard. This time we were on "the list," it was ok...the best part about it was the look on the doorwoman's face as we pranced past her and up to the elevator. Sorry doorwoman, we do what we want. We made a couple of friends at Kiss n Fly the night before and decided to jump around until we found a club worthy of our presence. After three duds we wandered into Griffin, the entire centerpiece was a three tiered pink chandelier and we had a table. Boom. After dancing the night away with our new Venezuelan friends we headed to Leo's apartment for a little after hours merengue and pizza.

Saturday, we decided to introduce Jasmine to Serendipity, who doesn't love a frozen hot chocolate in the morning? As we made our way out of the lobby we were instantly shocked to see the streets filled with people, we had completely forgotten about the St. Patrick's Day Parade! Well that plan was scratched, unless we crowd surfed across Fifth Ave. we were not making it to brunch. We grabbed obnoxious St. Patty's paraphernalia and headed to Sarabeth's for some food and green mimosas...we just had to properly celebrate the holiday. We then followed the masses to Times Square. Waves of people stormed the streets, it was a sight to see. After popping in and out of a couple Irish pubs we found a suitable place, a pack of attractive, noncreepy men (that were good dancers...key) and a man in a giant Gumby suit, it really couldn't get more ideal. We spent the afternoon dancing and decided to call it at 6. We made our way through the crowds and all four of us instantly passed out as soon as we got home. Around 9 we woke up, shoot we had dinner at Tao in 30 minutes! Could we do it, was it worth it? Duh...we scrambled to look presentable and hopped in a cab, it was .5 miles away but that seems like a marathon in 5 inch heals. After a fabulous dinner we made our way to SOHO, tonight's venue W.I.P (Work in Progress), an Andy Warhol themed club. This was my favorite, SuperTrendy, good music, beautiful artsy men and another table.

Sunday our departure was at 5:30, but when you wake up at noon and pack you really have no time for activities...but we still had a few things up our sleeve. We sat down for an ummmazing cappuccino, grabbed some gyros and headed to Central Park for some ice skating. It was a lovely afternoon and we were all deeply depressed as we made our way back to the District. Au revoir mi amore, we shall be back.

The only thing I can complain about was that there aren't enough hours in a day. There is always something fabulous happening and there simply isn't enough time to do it, but at least we tried.