So, in the biggest surprise I've had in quite some time, my best friend taps me on the shoulder outside of Greenhouse - the venue that was happy enough to host my 29th birthday party during arguably the busiest and most difficult weekened in NYC to have a party, aka Fashion Week - and says "so, is there a list or something?" What makes this a real surprise, is that he works/lives in Brasil, and had told me that he couldn't make the trip, and that I'd be seeing him the following week anyway upon my arrival in São Paulo, so I wouldn't have expected him to have made the schlep to NYC for a long weekend.
As luck would have it, he finagled his way up north for work, as his lawfirm required his assistance on some case - details spared. Indeed, it was a great surprise, and I had a genuine smile to have seen him. Our mutual friends apparently conspired to keep this little secret from me... nice work guys!
The nite was awesome, having met a bunch of 'randoms' who apparently couldn't get in to the club because they weren't on a list, we happily invited the foursome to join our table and enjoy our company - they obliged, ha! The group, we were probably 12-15 over the course of the nite, held down the fort, with our table in front of the dj booth, with noone other than Funkmaster Flex at the wheel. I am pretty sure that the last remaining peole stumbled out of there around 6/7a, with great pictures and a pet baby alligator to boot!
Happy birthday to me! What's on tap for 3-0?!
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