Chinese Sunday

Do you know that feeling when you wake up and the night before just flashes in your mind? You look around to see if you are alone (I do), and get relieved when in fact you are.  Then you notice that your hand looks like a passport with all the stamps in your wrists, which apparently you later find out were with permanent ink or so it seems.  Relieved again that those stamps don't say something like "slut" or "blow me".  Trust me it has happened.  Then the first thing you do before you even brush your teeth is call for some Chinese delivery, which number happens to be on your speed dial...

My night started at Fontana's for the Rico Suave (formerly Nacoteca) vs D'marquesina party with an open bar of vodka and whisky.  Nacoteca was a latin retro party that helped inspire the creation of D'marquesina , it's PRican counterpart.  The funny thing about this party is that it's held in the basement of a rock bar. So imagine the confusion of people when this two worlds collide since to get into the latin party you have to cross thru the bar first and then go down to thebasement.  I can only imagine someone getting lost on their way to the bathroom ending up in this basement full of latinos shaking their asses to some 80's latin pop. Wasn't I just listening to The Doors?  On the other hand, imagine all the latino first timers coming in with this expression of: am I in the right place?  But this is what makes the whole experience great since you go from Iris Chacon to Joan Jet in a matter of seconds.

The biggest surprise of the night came at the end.  We have left Fontana's and headed to Ludlow St.  Ludlow in the Lower East Side is known for all its grungy bars, clubs and lounges.  This is when the night becomes a blur...between beers, bars and Jägermeister....All of a sudden the bars are closing and in our attempt, as true alcoholics, to grab one last beer we go into Wolfnights.  I don't know if it was our drunken state but this place has the best tater tots I ever experienced.  Did I mentioned that you get to sit on a swing by the window?  Which now in hindsight doesn't seem like a very smart idea in the state we were.  Their wraps were delicious and thankfully we were able to grab that last beer. 'Cause we really needed it.  Its is random moments and places like these that I love this city.

I don't remember much about getting home and know that my bank account took a major hit. While you think about all that you did on your saturday night I'm going to enjoy my Chinese food.  Delivery is here!