The past week has been a busy one for me. I'm moving into my new apartment and it's my birthday on June 20th!!! I went out Wednesday night with all my close NYC girlfriends for a early birthday dinner at Crossbar. It's Todd English's new resto-bar located in the Limelight Church on 47 W. 20th and 6th ave. The space is absolutely stunning! One of the most beautiful venues I have ever seen. With gothic marble cross tables, and red velvet church pews in the bar area to the Moroccan day beds and wooden tables in the patio, the entire design of the place was gorgeous. I'm a huge foodie and think about food all day. I swear I have a tapeworm (his name is Frank, he will be mentioned a lot in my future articles).
So, with all this said take my word for it, the food at Crossbar is so good it left me going "mmmmmmm" after every bite. We had almost every thing on the menu, my favorite was the lobster guac and scallops. The only thing I didn't try was the stuffed pig ears. I give my dog Oscar Ketchup (yes he has a middle name and yes its really Ketchup) pig ears for treats, so I wasn't really into the idea of eating one. But I did hear they were good, so if you go there and are adventurous and order them, please leave a comment and tell me how they are. The drinks were really good as well --my girlfriends all loved the white sangria. And for my birthday dessert they served me this peanut butter sandwich thing that I inhaled. Do yourself and your tastebuds a favor and go there.
After dinner we went to the opening of Dream Hotel. I swear everything the Strategic Group touches turns to gold. I want them to start touching everything around me. I think everyone I know (and their moms) were there. Packed with athletes and celebs, it was definitely the place to be that night. I even saw some random m.i.a celebs that I previously assumed were dead. By the end of the night at 1 Oak I had lost all but one of my girlfriends. I woke up realizing I wasn't 21 anymore and I can't drink the way I used to --but I still made a valiant attempt.
Last weekend I went to the Hamptons. Last minute at 9pm on Saturday I called the infamous dial 777 car service and took a black car to meet my friends. Avicii, the super young DJ was at South Pointe. They were charging 200 dollars at the door to people who didn't have tables! By 1am the club had to have made over 100k in bottle sales. People were going nuts, myself included over this little Swedish phenom! The opening and closing DJ was Steve Powers --he is definitely one of the best up and coming DJs around. The next day people were raving about how good he was. The amazing energy at the club was something I hadn't seen or felt at a venue in a long time. Everyone was drinking, spending money, having fun and dancing. I loved it.
Usually in NYC at the clubs you see these anorexic "models" just sitting with vacant expressions ,chewing on their straws like it was a Tbone. I don't get it, you call yourself a "model" but I've never seen you in anything. I think they should have a basketball team like the Harlem Globetrotters for the rejected "models" in NYC. I'd call them the New York Derelictes (do you like my Zoolander reference) Anywho, it was a good night! What I remember of it, anyways. It was one of those nights where I woke up with my feet so dirty it looked like I trekked through middle earth and I got texts the next day from people saying it was good seeing you, but I seriously have no recollection of seeing them or what they are talking about.
Given it is my birthday on the 20th I have a lot more fun things planned. But as you get older and closer to the big 3-0, birthdays aren't as exciting as they used to be. It's like your celebrating one more year closer to death. So, if you're out this weekend, have a shot of chilled Belvedere (my fav) to celebrate my one more year closer to death --a.k.a birthday!