We did not meet or even talk to one single guy last night, save the very nice host who got us a table at the Bowery Hotel Bar. What's up with men in New York? I've got to say, when we lived in London, we couldn't walk into a pub, club or bar without being approached by some guys - and many of them were nice! I really don't think we are completely repulsive, so I don't think it's because of that. And we were not standing around in a circle all cut off from people, either. Maybe if we had been walking around with bad highlights and our breasts or knickers hanging out (like some others...), we'd have had better luck. Maybe next time, I'll just leave my skirt at home.
But, that factor aside, it was a really fun night, and I was quite proud that I left my old lady habits of the last year behind (going to bed by 10pm) for the evening. We didn't even leave my place to go out until about 10pm for our ambitious night out! We went to Lure first, where we sat at the bar and drank Bellini martinis (yum!). The dining area was packed, but the lounge was surprisingly sparse (the economy?).
After that, we nabbed a cab (in the rain, no less) and headed to Bubble Lounge, which I must say, was my least favorite spot of the night. My kir royale was fine, but it was wall-to-wall with people (including the aforementioned scantily-clad types). There were some guys there, but they all stood in a tight circle like they were part of a football huddle, so clearly, they weren't very approachable. Last but not least, we headed to the Bowery Hotel Bar, where I snapped the above photo. This was probably my favorite spot of the night, no doubt because after getting our Pimm's cups and wine, the nice host found us at the bar and led us to a table in the main room, which looks like an English hunting lodge. There, we ensconced ourselves in the velvety couches and upholstered high back chairs and wound down. We even saw some celebs, though none of us could remember what we'd seen them in or who they were. Oh well.
At about 2am, we called the first official Ladies night to a close and headed home. Shockingly, I wasn't dead tired, so I ended up watching an episode of The Office on my computer to see my other virtual celebrity boyfriend (I don't believe you have to be faithful when the relationships are figments of your overly bored imagination), John Krasinsky. Lovely.
Isn't being single in New York City so glamorous!
This morning, I got up, listened to my favorite NPR program, made breakfast and swallowed 4 of the 8 pills I'll take today (blah). Then I took a long walk all through Central Park. My left hip and knee were a little grumpy, but it felt good to be out in the fresh air, enjoying the changing leaves and getting some exercise, not to mention perspective. All in all, a pretty great day.
Here are a few photos so you can see for yourself. This is the time of year I love New York the most!