Tag Archives: party

I am a New Year’s Eve early adopter (for once)

Every year, there’s angst. Where should I spend New Year’s Eve and with whom? NYE can be hell for the single and the unmarried.

Whatever. This year I feel great about my plans because my friends at Bowery Collective are throwing an elegant affair at my favorite hangout, Bowery Hotel.


If you have joined me at Whiskey Washback or Arte Agave, you have some idea of what to expect. But this is New Year’s so it will be extra special. Snazzy even.


Come for the Champagne cocktail station or the scotch lounge with live jazz. Or just come to hang out with my friends and me.

Just don’t dare ask for a Coors Light, please.

Click here for full details.


Because my readers are awesome, I’m offering you a 40% discount on tickets. To get the discounted rate, use the promo code ‘Jen’. Tickets are available now here.

The discount will go away so don’t dilly-dally. See you on New Year’s Eve.




When is a hipster not a hipster?

While I was in San Francisco recently, my friend Carolyn invited me to tag along to her friends’ party in Napa.


I was a tiny bit nervous about fitting in. Surely people who live in Napa must be way cooler than me, right? At a minimum, they would know lots more about wine. Continue reading

I bought it

Actually, I bought them. Two cocktail dresses. I went looking for one dress for my company’s upcoming holiday party but the prices were so good that I bought two. Total damage with sales and a Lord & Taylor coupon: $220.

First option is this silver number from Anne Klein.

Anne Klein

Continue reading

Let’s make out

OK, maybe not really.

But you should know that Make Out Parties for adults do exist here in NYC. I heard about it in a New York Magazine feature called The Urban Suburban Basement.

[You know I love my @NYMag.]

An excerpt:

Kissing strangers may sound awfully chaste in a post–Fifty Shades world, but not to Larisa Fuchs; her monthly House of Scorpio Lip Service parties are a hub for no-strings-attached makeout sessions.

I don’t think I would have the guts. Would you? If so, your next chance comes on February 8. Details here.

The author, Jordana Rothman, also takes pics of NYC bathrooms so I decided I had to follow her on Twitter.

2016 update: new venue

Related posts:

I went to a New York Fashion Week party

A first for me, and incredibly fun. It was also a terrific excuse to buy a new Tracy Reese dress.

This is the back of my new dress.

Here I am wearing the dress with the lovely friend who invited me to the party.

What a fun night!

The bellydancer

Last Friday, after seeing Sleep No More (more on that later), I was invited to crash a party.

Does that make sense? We were definitely crashers because we didn’t know the birthday guy, but it was clear no one minded.

It was a Turkish birthday party. This means a few things.

First, the food was awesome, including the enormous birthday cake and curiously strong “Turkish martinis” that we swore were just Cosmos but which subsequently kicked our a$$es.

Second, as women, we were treated really, really well. Served first, refilled first, etc.

Third, and perhaps most importantly, there was a belly dancer. She was awesome. Yes, those candles on her head were lit.

Don’t worry – the on-the-giant-table part came after we finished eating.

Turkish custom seems to call for the men to fire off stacks of one dollar bills at the dancer like an out of control bill counting machine.

With the dancer’s encouragement, we danced with her, quickly realizing what a great workout belly dancing is. I turned to Yelp subsequently. Maybe I have a new career in my future.

(No, I don’t.)