More about last night

Incidentally, or perhaps not so incidentally, at a dinner a couple of months ago with C., I ordered a 0 alcohol beer and got a buzz.

Truth is I have tee-totaled for a long long time. It affects one’s tolerance.

Last night, at the Beach (see my post today about “what’s going on”), I had a Heinekein 00. It was fine. I was fine. Maybe it was that second zero?

I ordered the beer on account of that’s how Taco Tuesday works. 9 dollars for three but you gotta get a drink with that.

Just in case 00 was going to make me tipsy, I squeezed limes then I added water into the glass.

Anyway, I walked home without too much swerving and I like me some non-alco beer.

10 year Gala

If you live on the UES, come support our community at the 10th Anniversary Gala of PS109 El Barrio Artspace. This milestone Gala brings together the artists, neighbors, and supporters who helped shape El Barrio’s Artspace into a vibrant hub of artistic expression. Like every milestone, 10 years down, is the beginning of the next […]

10 years in support

This evening, which just occurred on Saturday, was wonderful. For me, my friends at the table made it even more gala.

Unbeknownst to any of us, my friends had a past connection.

D. never forgets a face and she recognized C. from a workplace they shared 15 years ago. Talk about 6 degrees– no separation!

Follow PS 109 El Barrio Artspace on Instagram. There is a whole of a lot going on up there. All year round.

“You are icons”

My doorman remarked on my late night arrival. I said, “I was pulled into a speak.”

My friend D asked the bouncer at this unmarked [or, perhaps, mismarked] venue what the line was and next thing we had a table.

Our ages, though D is more than a generation my junior, made us stand out at this West Village speakeasy.

The youngsters around us were appreciative and friendly. We got every courtesy as they passed our corner perch. A fellow helped me up when we were ready to leave.

One young woman took our picture, murmuring “You are icons,” in approving tones.

The loud tunes had D dancing in her seat, and me repeating “what” in every attempted conversation.

We had eaten down the block at The Warren before going to the theater, so this detour was drinks. Kudos for the joint’s beautiful deep raspberry-colored mocktail.

Thanks to D’s willingness to look behind the curtain (it’s a speak, folks) and take a seat at that coveted table, we had a blast.

Oh, and an extra special thanks to the maitre d’ (bouncer) who brought us in from the sidewalk to the club. Yeah, we cut the line and VIPed our way in!

A red carpet moment.