Friday 5/23 - Ladies' Night (up for planning)
Saturday 5/24 (day) - Chinatown dim sum, Shopping on Canal Street, St. Anthony of Giovinazzo Feast
Saturday 5/24 (night) - Dinner and a lounge
Sunday 5/25 - Sight-seeing in NYC (itinerary TBD)
I didn't even read the questions, I just wanna do it in the butt!
I have other ideas, so I'm going to be a good boy/girl and PM Lady Jade!
"Before I conceived you, I wanted you. Before you were born, I loved you. Before you were here an hour, I would die for you. This is the miracle of life." -- Maureen Hawkins
"I just can't get over how much babies cry. I really had no idea what I was getting into. To tell you the truth, I thought it would be more like getting a cat." -- Anne Lamott
Sophia and HHL, I'm sorry to hear that you were both ill after all the festivities!!!!
I hope you both feel better real soon![]()
Mast, I am so excited for all the pics. Bring em on babe....
Once you've finished with the car, of courseLucky RoseWhite
boarding my flight back home just now on Monday. I had a super time! (Okay, Sunday afternoon included one puke after a long train ride. But otherwise a super time.)




Dammit, just got in and missed all the drama....!
Great weekend everyone!.....it was a pleasure to meet most of you *looks at LJ*.....
also, thanks to LJ for planning the weenend activities, and taken charge.....damn she may be short, but, she is friggin loud!
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Paige demands photos.![]()
Number of times Rickrolled on stage: 6
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Marasmus ... "Ladies don't fart. They butt-laugh."
Marasmus says, "Oh no, that wasn't gas, it was merely a rectal chuckle."
Marek says, "A friend of mine got punched in the face by a dominatrix stripper about two weeks ago and I thought of you."





Aw thanks and thanks for the pictures. Next time I will remember to bring my I.D, d'oh.
Oh those of you who post piccies please block out my mug.. cheers
LJ thank you for going out of you way to organize the event and for those scrumptious cookies you baked! You rock!




dammit....if only i had a camara for the hotel room





Ha; Lies and slander. I'm shy and without ChicagoEditor there to bring her over, I'd have never spoken to Arielle (aka tall girl, aka cute girl).
You're sweet! Yes we danced briefly. She taught me how to turn her. Then she taught me how to do a fancy dance move that ends with her doing a hollywood pose. So we danced, and she asked me to turn her, but I did fancy hollywood pose move. It was awkward and failed, and oddly enough she then went back to her friends. Dancing is complicated.Anyway, your pictures don't lie, I had a great time!
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I swear I'm not normally that shy everyone! I had a stressful, confidence-bruising week leading up to the trip, so I was feeling a bit low by Saturday night (and a tad hungover during the day). I'm usually shy, but not nearly that bad - I've had people change tables in restaurants to get away from my loud obnoxiousness when out with my friends here!
I'm so glad I decided to go, and it was great to meet all of you for the first time!I really did have a blast. LJ gets huge thanks for arranging this weekend, keeping us together, and feeding us cookies! Now, since some of you probably heard fewer than ten sentences from me, I present Lestat's NYC Vacation:
Friday Afternoon: Stat alone in Manhattan. Get me really, really, falling-down, puking in the gutters drunk, and I may tell you this story. It's a good one, and perfectly legal, but too embarassing for sobriety.
Friday Night: A buddy of mine was already planning on flying down to Newark on Friday, and I offered an overnight stay in Midtown West. Not one to argue with that, he showed up a bit late (hence the "Stat alone in Manhattan section above") and we were both hungry. The concierge line at my hotel was ridiculously long, so we headed out. After wandering the streets for a while and admitting that out restuarant-finding skills suck, we thought about heading back to my hotel for concierge suggestions. But wait! Why head back there when any hotel will do? We found the nearest one, acted like guests, and got a great recommendation for a steakhouse, and (this is the amazing part) they got us reservations for 15 minutes later, on a Friday night in Manhattan! Score one for big city concierges, they know their stuff.
And so it was, that I had not quite the best steak of my life, but definitely the best-cooked one ever. I highly recommend Del Frisco's Steakhouse on 6th Ave and 48th. It was nicely chared on the outside, but only a thin portion and just for the added flavor. The inside was perfectly medium, with a hot red center of juicy, tender meaty goodness. I tried a tuna tartare appetizer and was pleased I decided to be adventurous. Family style side dishes and a nice draft selection rounded out a great, but expensive dinner. Two entrees, one appetizer, one side dish, and four beers came to just under $200 before tip. Not bad split two ways, and so worth it.
Despite many closing down (including the one near me), it seems there is a Hooters of Manhattan not too far from Times Square. Oh how I missed your gregarious tackiness! It was uneventful and had a bathroom that made me scared to touch anything. However, any place that tacky with beer and cleavage creates a rather inviting atmosphere. I did note one very well-dressed and attractive couple at an adjacent table. They looked like Warren Buffet shopping at WalMart. She had the classy, "socilate" elegance I'd been enjoying walking around Manhattan all day. *sigh* Another sign I'm getting old that the women dressed for attending a broadway play or shopping on 5th Ave drew my eye more than the casual college cuties. Anyway, a couple of pitchers and some hot wings later, and we began our bar hopping.
We had a strict one drink per bar unspoken rule in effect, and so we visited many within 5-8 blocks of Times Square. A Hawaiin Tropic establishment looked promising, but two guys by themselves were not getting in to that place. I couldn't possibly remember the names of all, but the most eventful thing to occur was being propositioned by a pimp on a quiet and strangely dark side street a few blocks from the main crowds and lights. I wish I'd gotten a picture of him to show my Mom - it would've been that much more entertaining telling her that story if I had. This was a first for me, I'm from the suburbs. I feel like I've now had an authentic NYC experience, and I can start stories with: "So this one time, when I got propositioned by a pimp..." Awesome!![]()
As the evening wore down, it seems the Malibu Coconut Rum and Bacardi Big Apple (Get it? I had to buy it; I'm so punny!) I'd brought demanded a turn in my stomach. Yes Malibu Coconut Rum is a girly drink, but it goes down so smooth. Too smooth, in fact. And so it is, that I had a hangover the next morning.
Saturday Morning: Having no idea how long it would take a taxi to go ~70 blocks, I arrived really early to lunch and started walking, allll the way to the World Trade Center site. I'd visited it two years ago, and I still remember the taxi driver's words when we were picked up and told him the corner where we wanted to go: "That street isn't there anymore." It was a little less powerful to see this time with all of the construction efforts going on (the rebuilding was almost healing-like in the way it created a sense of "moving on" in my mind), but the gap in the skyline, the closed streets, and so much that is just "gone" still hit me. You have to stand there in person to grasp the scope of it, or at least I did. I snapped a few shots, and I wanted to get to the "visitor's area" where you can get a better view, but I didn't know which side it was on. Since walking around the site is no quick task, and with lunch looming, I started walking back. Hangover + heat + walking + thirsty + no bathroom in site. Ouch. I finally found a bathroom, and arrived in time for tasty food...
Saturday Afternoon: Light on details to protect the innocent. Y'know I actually googled "dim sum" in preparation for lunch - I'm that much of a nerd. Anyway, I think I ended up trying each of the dishes ordered. Most were quite tasty, a couple were okay, and only one I didn't like. That's okay though, as I can now also say: "So this one time, when I ate chicken's feet..." I didn't know a meal could be that cheap in the city. The total bill was about the size of my tip from the steakhouse the night before. Moving on, I lost track of how many parades we ran in to while shopping. More firsts for me, I've never been to a parade down there, let alone a half dozen or so. Whoo-hoo: Chinatown and Little Italy for the first time! I had just enough time to get back to the hotel, shower, get pimped out, and head back out.
Saturday Night: I arrived early for dinner, unsure how long a taxi would take given the traffic jams caused by all the parades. I suppose I could take the subway, but the comfort and convenience of riding in a taxi instead is one of the reasons I've worked and studied hard in life, and this trip was all about saving less and living more! Upon walking in to the place, a very cute woman smiled and looked my way as she said "hello." I said "hello" too, reflexively, and kept on walking towards the bar. Wait, I hope that was the hostess. Later on I finally spotted her at a station arranging menus, relieved that she was, in fact, the hostess and that I had not (1) flirted accidentally and so lamely, and (2) passed up an opportunity like that. As I sat at the bar, my attention shifting between an absurd number of limes one bartender was slicing up, the pretty bartender who informed me my beer was 2-4-1 thanks to happy hour (making it cheap by even my home standards), the cute hostess, my beer, and the doorway, I missed the arrival of some of our group, not that I would have recognized any of them having never met before. Soon enough it was all worked out. Dinnertime; I'm sorry - I swear I'm not normally that moody/quiet, that was me at my most shy. The week's stress and the day's activities had me exhausted.So anyway for dinner, I opted for the crispy flounder. I still have no idea whether everything I ate on the outside was "crispy" or "fish skin" but I don't care, it was tasty. Side note, I'm fairly convinced there are two sailors now facing difficult life choices thanks to Mast. Four beers into the night, off we go to rooftop bar.
Hello swanky! That rooftop bar is the sort of bar I'd always like to go to, but can't. Ahh, the company of attractive women: the key to getting to go into nice nightclubs. I took a few pictures on the rooftop of our view. Looking at the NYC cityscape around us, all lit up, with perfect weather, I thought "Now this is how life should be!" What can I say about the bar, especially publically...well, we were sure the group to be with at that place! Enough said.
Sunday Afternoon: I sure got a slow start and sat way too long in front of the TV in my hotel room. In hindsight, I had shopping to do but completely forgot about all the stores I wanted to hit. With Sunday plans falling through, I contemplated a repeat of Friday afternoon, but instead I grabbed some Starbucks and went out for a little while until I started to get hungry.
Sunday Night: Now I had a dilemma. I did not want to stay in my hotel room with take-out or room service (too pathetic, and it so defeats the purpose of visiting Manhattan in the first place), nor did I want to sit in a restaurant by myself. What can I do...where can a guy go to get food, but in a situation where I don't feel awkward because I'm by myself? So, after thumbing through the yellow pages for clubs near me, I made a few calls. I know nothing about NYC clubs at all. Lace and Flash Dancers were within walking distance, but neither served food. I called Cheetah's, who apparently serve food (was I really selecting a club for its food!?) but I got no answer. Why these things don't occur to me, I'll never know, but I walked a good 15 blocks or so to Cheetah's, only to find them closed on Sundays. I walked all the way back to the hotel to try again and settled on Rick's Cabaret & Steakhouse.
I'll preface by saying that as a neighborhood club person, I'm used to being a medium-large fish in a small pond at my club. I now found myself a small-medium fish in an ocean attending a Manhattan club. I was not expecting to enjoy my visit, based on what I'd heard. I was going mainly for dinner. Wow was I wrong; I had a great time! It was very clean, classy, and spacious (to me, based on my small-town clubs). I'll save details for a blue side TR, where such things go, but I have to say I was impressed. Very friendly and chatty dancers, attentive and professional staff, and at a mere $20/dance, I said yes to every single person who stopped by! I settled on the filet mignon burgers with cheese and fries. Interesting idea, and they pulled it off well. It was pretty tasty, plus, I was drinking beer...in a strip club! Its been years since I've done that! If there are any Rick's employees here, please PM me, as I have some etiquette questions about the place. There was a much larger set of staff than I'm used to and I just didn't know what tipping was appropriate. After many dances and an expensive but worth it VIP, I left in good spirits (thank you Brazillian Goddess!) and began wandering up a nearby Avenue, where I spotted a Lush store. Damnit! I forgot Manhattan had Lush outlets. I raced to the store, but they had closed hours ago. I was looking forward to some sample sniffs and some savings on shipping & handling. I also forgot to hit up Davidoff for some cigars, and at this point I regretted wasting Sunday afternoon.
I headed back to my hotel for my camera. I would've brought it with me, but somehow the idea of a camera in my pocket at a club seemed to me to equal "bouncer-smashed camera" so I left it behind. Camera in tow, I checked up on how late the Empire State Building was open, and walked 20 blocks down, just enjoying being out and about in NYC on a gorgeous night. I arrived, but with an hour long wait, I decided against it. Next time. I headed back at a slow pace, and received a "yeah baby!" from a passing group of slightly to moderately innebriated ladies. I think the suit look and dark purple shirt may have been a factor. Well, and their drinking. I wandered up Broadway to Times Square, adding some nice nighttime camera shots. Eventually I made my way back to the hotel for a drink and some "Deadliest Catch" on TV before bed.
All-in-all, one hell of a great vacation! I'm already thinking on either NYC or Vegas for my 30th Birthday next month.
^^ Holy Trip Report BatStat1!
People are not ruled by their memories.
Wait--did you wind up puking at all during it?





OMG, holy shit-faced batman tits on Saturday night!!! LMFAO!!
I had such a fun time, this year was the best def. Great meeting those who I haven't met and nice seeing the same faces again. I had so much fun, seriously the best.![]()
HHL, anytime
EDIT: BTW all, I am celebrating my bday this Saturday at a huge club in the city. If you'd like to go, you are more than welcome... just PM so I can tell you where.![]()
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^That's why I wasn't allowed to go. I was cast out as a non-sexy with the boy!!![]()
Dis is true. It's also why I was a little grumpy during dinner although the food was just as good as I remembered. I <3 Pad Thai. I offered to bring him some leftovers and make sure Simone was OK. I'm sad I missed it, but I got good kitty cuddles.





What I loved was that we were in our own world in that area of the club. It looked like a big orgy but with clothes on. hahaha
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I voted!
I just now noticed the poll.
Hah. How many times have I said THAT?!
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