Saturday night was our first real night out in our new city. We were heading to a 30th, had planned dinner before the party and were open to where the night might take us afterwards.
First dilemma – what to wear in the city of style? I knew I had a fabulous pair of boots which I had bought on our first shopping excursion, but what to pair them with? Luckily (and unbeknownst to lovely husband C.), I had a cunning plan. It involved spending money, which was cleverly concealed under the guise of showing our friend P. around the city. Cheeky? Maybe. Successful? Undeniably*.
Our night started with dinner at Gramercy Tavern, where we were introduced to the New York wait (and wait and wait and wait and wait) list. It was the world of the beautiful people. My favourite among them was a blonde woman in a hot pink cape, fringed with fur and feathers who swished straight past the waiting groups of people and was shown to her table. And so NY Lesson #1 – good looks will get you everywhere.
|The lovely tavern dining room... Gramercy, New York|
Photo thanks to P., at Poppy Gets a Life
After dinner, we went to the 30th and danced for a couple of hours prior to forming a breakaway group and heading to a lounge bar in Soho. Most tables were full and the remainder were reserved. We were seated within a couple of minutes though. How? P.'s New Yorker friend "spoke" to someone and by spoke I mean, shook hands with a crisp note. Which brings us to NY Lesson #2 – money talks.
Once we'd recovered from our dancing and indulged in (what we thought was) witty conversation we moved on again. To a place where you had to swipe a card to enter, the music was what you wanted it to be and the drinks were whatever you poured for yourself. Oh, and there were millions of dollars worth of vintage cars displayed and unlocked so you could play with them. A members only club for boys and their favourite toys. As you do. So NY Lesson #3 – it's good to know people who know people (Thanks P.).
|Private boys club... Tribeca, New York|
|C.'s dream car, a Ford Shelby Cobra, Tribeca, New York|
We stumbled home bleary eyed and "cheerful", wondering why the fruit stall had been open all night. Until we heard the birds chirping and realized it had just opened for the day!
From New York, with love xox
* Although I suspect that after almost 8 years together, lovely husband C. is onto my clever ruses and chooses to indulge me rather than call me out.