This week has jizzed by...errrrr, whizzed by and my weave is preparing for the weekend. On Wednesday, the peeps and I had a few pre-dinner cocktails at Soho House. Our waitress was a bubbly HTM that resembled Ms. Rosario Dawson. Hey girlfriend! We then zipped to Schiller's for a delicious dinner at the LES gastro pub. Holler at the salmon because it was certainly divine. After the dinz, we popped over to Mercury Lounge for the ever delightful performance by The Virgins. If Jake Shears could blow Albert Hammond every day...and swallow, it would sound like The Virgins. Definitely check them out: www.myspace.com/thevirginsnyc . Big ups to Mr. Jason for hookin our weaves up and hosting such a fab evening!
Last night, I had a tasty dinner at Lure Fishbar with Ms. Ethrina. What a nautical treat! The interior of the restaurant looks like some ridiculous yacht on the French Riviera and the clientele looks like the interior of a few crusty old douchebags. Everyone looked related to George Hamilton and the old bats resembled tranny versions of Joan Rivers. It was heaven! The food was delicious and we dumped more seafood down our throats than a frat boy on a Saturday night. Damn that tuna was tasty.
If you're looking for me this weekend, I'll be poolside at Soho House under a big umbrella surrounded by empty glasses of Bloody Mary's and covered in cigarette butts. Clearly, I am master cleansing.
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