I can't remember what I did Friday night so it must not have been exciting but Saturday I went out with a bunch of chicks to La Pere Penard for dinner. Better place for late night drinking than a meal in my opinion. Then we went to some circus-themed bar on Avenue B because their friends were DJing and I was appalled to see the crowd resembled a bunch of collegiate fun seekers in the midwest rather than any kind of traditional East Village denizen.
That exact same space used to be Save The Robots where I had many (sometimes scary) misadventures throughout the 80s/early 90s.. all the way from being kicked out for taking a picture (of myself!) by a scary yelling bouncer to having cocaine foisted on me by some guy who announced "A girl like you could make a lot of money selling in this city!" over my protests that I did not, in fact, live in New York at the time. The last time I was there the door girl ended up being a drag queen who had made the change into being a real girl who I knew from my home town.
The floor downstairs (which isn't open anymore) used to be full of sand. It was cool.
Times have changed.
The floor downstairs (which isn't open anymore) used to be full of sand. It was cool.
Times have changed.
Sunday I had such a hangover I missed my Pilates class.
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