I wish I could give you a manual; the exact way to make a night turn into your oyster. Every classy lady loves a string of pearls, so give them to her. Flip through your photos from last night... is that Tina and Ike? Somehow, everything just seems to fall in line when you're down for the night...

Everything came so easy. The support-ahs, the do-good-ahs, the go gett-ahs, the have to bes, free entry, getting recognized on the streets. Mean while, you kept on texting me for some assurance and it worked #slyeyes. That was round 1... the pre-game. Here's what you missed from the final round. When's the last time you told everyone to meet you here, by this time. Then hop on the J train at that train station and arrive to your destination with a party of 15? Yes, July 30th was an irregular night. Goldbar gave us complimentary service and made sure that we left with our pockets filled with business cards. Everyone was rare form and when the pretty servers escorted us to the front... let's just say the party officially started and the cameras began to flash. The New York crew has been working hard all summer long and once we were spotted on that emerald velvet couch it seemed like a dysfunctional circus was playing in our review mirror; ladies wearing what's in season while dancing on the table tops, sparklers going off into the ceiling, people poppin bottles and shoven' their resumes into each others faces and the DJ already knew our names. Kieran and I should've changed our names to Kenan and Kel. Don't act like we're not a sitcom - I'd much rather give you a comedy than drama....It keeps you coming back. 

Category: Our Elegant Generation