Tassels and Heckling- Or How I Spent Last Sat. Night
That was my night last Saturday.
But let me start at the beginning. My trek into the wilds of NYC city began when my friend, Dan, and I went to visit my cousin, also named Dan ( who will henceforth will be referred to as Dan 2) at his UWS apartment. The three of us went for a walk in Central Park. It was lots of fun. I hadn't been to the boat pond since I was a kid. Then we went to the summer stage area and listened to a bit of a free concert by this Brazilian band.
Two friends and I started that night at a fabulous little (and I mean little, we ate at the counter that doubles as the cash register/wait station/glass storage area) called Jeeb on the LES. Dinner for 3 for under $40. Really good, really fresh food. None of the mango chunks in my salad were mushy.
Then the three of us moved on down the street to the Slipper Room.
Fun factoid- the Slipper Room is the present day location of a ladies hosiery store called Bundy's Undies* that was owned by my friend, S's, grandfather back in the day. They had a $4 margarita special that night. Not bad. Then, the entertainment began. There were some cute gogo dancers and then the emcee came out. He danced around for us in a Wonder Woman costume. And boy did he fill it out nicely. There were some good burlesque performers, all beautiful. The only problem of the night arose when my friend S had a bit too much to drink and began to heckle the emcee. Oy vey. He finally turns to her and says "are you going to be that person that I'm going to make fun of all night?". She said something like "but I'll give you good material". She thought it was fun. He did not. Dan and I glanced at each other, each of us mouthing "its time to leave soon".
Note- the bathrooms at the Slipper Room are downstairs. The one all the way at the end has a hole in the stone wall behind the toilet. In a tequila fog I kept thinking that something was going to burst out of there like in a bad horror movie.
Soon it was onto another friend's apartment on the UWS to rescue C from studying himself into a tizzy for his upcoming bar exam. We went to the nearby Dive Bar. I had a good time there. Not too pretentious, fun atmosphere, good drinks.
*A play on his last name. Or a derivative of.....
But let me start at the beginning. My trek into the wilds of NYC city began when my friend, Dan, and I went to visit my cousin, also named Dan ( who will henceforth will be referred to as Dan 2) at his UWS apartment. The three of us went for a walk in Central Park. It was lots of fun. I hadn't been to the boat pond since I was a kid. Then we went to the summer stage area and listened to a bit of a free concert by this Brazilian band.
Two friends and I started that night at a fabulous little (and I mean little, we ate at the counter that doubles as the cash register/wait station/glass storage area) called Jeeb on the LES. Dinner for 3 for under $40. Really good, really fresh food. None of the mango chunks in my salad were mushy.
Then the three of us moved on down the street to the Slipper Room.
Fun factoid- the Slipper Room is the present day location of a ladies hosiery store called Bundy's Undies* that was owned by my friend, S's, grandfather back in the day. They had a $4 margarita special that night. Not bad. Then, the entertainment began. There were some cute gogo dancers and then the emcee came out. He danced around for us in a Wonder Woman costume. And boy did he fill it out nicely. There were some good burlesque performers, all beautiful. The only problem of the night arose when my friend S had a bit too much to drink and began to heckle the emcee. Oy vey. He finally turns to her and says "are you going to be that person that I'm going to make fun of all night?". She said something like "but I'll give you good material". She thought it was fun. He did not. Dan and I glanced at each other, each of us mouthing "its time to leave soon".
Note- the bathrooms at the Slipper Room are downstairs. The one all the way at the end has a hole in the stone wall behind the toilet. In a tequila fog I kept thinking that something was going to burst out of there like in a bad horror movie.
Soon it was onto another friend's apartment on the UWS to rescue C from studying himself into a tizzy for his upcoming bar exam. We went to the nearby Dive Bar. I had a good time there. Not too pretentious, fun atmosphere, good drinks.
*A play on his last name. Or a derivative of.....
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