So Krystal finally made it to New York around 7. We started the night at Stanton Social where we ate a bunch of weird stuff and drank a lot of red wine. What weird stuff you ask- french onion soup dumplings and donuts with three different dipping sauces. Like I said, weird.
So after we finished dinner we headed to Rivington Hotel for drinks. We sat at a small table in the corner of the bar with three old guys. I'm talking like old. One had a mustache and one was bald with glasses. They were drinking Courvoisier. Next "Scott" walks up. Scott is also bald, but he isn't quite as old. Scott is a little shady, seems a little suspect. So of course, we invite him to come out with us.
We all piled into a cab and headed to Marquee. Shady Scott hooked us up and we skipped the line. Shady Scott also got us a table with bottle service and our own bodyguard. Yes, a bodyguard. The bodyguard, we'll call him Chocolate Hulk, insisted on holding our hands and leading us to the restroom. Even Keith. Chocolate Hulk even stomped out Michele's cigarettes for her. At one point, Michele and I went to the restroom and were probably in there for about 20 minutes as the restroom attendant chastised me for using something and not tipping. I was actually in the middle of digging around in my purse for a dollar TO TIP HER when the altercation began. It was odd. Anyway, after the 20 minute restroom break, we walked out, and sure enough Chocolate Hulk was still there waiting ready to grab our hands and lead us back to our table. If you ever want to feel like you are a big deal, hire a bodyguard for a day. I'm serious. It's bizarre.
This morning we woke up and all had the same thoughts about last night: WTF?
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