friday, we started off the night by going to kum gang san in koreatown. it was my second trip back there - the first time, we brought a bunch of white people there and they loved it. this time it was 9 koreans (yes ben, you count) - and the food was every bit as tasty. i met up with my sister and her boyfriend and their 5 friends from yonsei in korea including my evil doppleganger named ben from philly.
then we went to sugar sweet sunshine (on recommendation from peter and the majority of magazine reviews) and picked up a nice big heavy order of 3 dozen delicious cupcakes.
from there it was on to sing sing karaoke where we had a room reserved for up to 20 people. it was amazing. there was a phone in the room. you dial 101 and then the bar picks up, you tell them what you want and then they bring you the drinks! like magic! it was like, awesome!
the turnout was pretty good, a nice mix of old college buddies and new new york friends and even a handful of doctors for good measure, and of course a couple of people i didn't know and i don't remember their names now. cupcakes were eaten, songs were sung, photos were taken. "baby got back" got played twice.
the tab for the night was pretty impressive. i think we made the proprietors very happy, especially when i gave away about a dozen cupcakes to various staff and patrons and people on the street. so they bought us all shots to end the night, and the remainder of the party + strangers in the bar sang me happy birthday. awwww.
we then trekked around the corner to rififi for the trash party. we got in around 2am or so. we were all dancing on stage within 30 minutes. then we took a $40 cab home...
saturday, woke up in the late afternoon with a major headache and dehydration. watched little miss sunshine, which is waaay funnier and better than i expected it to be. we had dinner at yuva, which was delicious and indian and maybe a bit pricey for the quality even for new york. and then it was decided to bail on the rest of the evening, given the prior evening's debaucheries.
sunday was my (real) birthday. did some shopping in soho, bought (another) jacket. jennie gifted me with the most awesome and most desired brian anderson dunks:
had dinner in tribeca at next door nobu, which was expensive and incredible and delicious and probably one of the best meals i've ever had, ever (although that meal at l'etoile will always be memorable). we had a tasting menu of maybe 7 or 8 plates. trying to remember.. raw fatty tuna finely minced, with wasabi and caviar and something else, and a japanese peach on the side .... oysters in some sort of delicious sauce ... lobster tempura ... alaskan black cod marinated in miso with duck foie gras ... a plate of sushi including toro and giant clam .. dessert was green tea ice cream with a chocolate lava cake and mint sauce on top. i'm pretty sure i'm forgetting a dish or two as well. it was amazing.
then as we were leaving, i was shoved aside by a little man in a suit, who asked me to wait to let the people in before i walked out. i was a bit defiant and ready to say something until i looked and noticed that jenna and barbara bush were walking in, and i had just been neutralized by a secret service dude. WOW. (capital letters = sarcasm). outside there were about 8 secret service people just milling around, getting paid.
and that was it. that was the weekend. not that i went in to work on monday or anything, but you know.
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did you ogle the bushes in a blatant fashion? you should've....
BTW rumors have been steadily circulating for the last three years that BA is g;ye. not that there's anything wrong with that
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