Beauty Bar got soul

My ol' college buddy, Brett met us and we totally did that thing where we mixed some vodka into a bottle of something else (juice, seltzer, etc) and drank in Union Square. You know, that slick high school style.
But it's summer! And it was wonderful. There was live music because there were some people jammin' to our left, and some tall guy who was carrying a sign that one side claimed he was a reki shamin and the other side said he was a jewish rapper. I kinda heart Union Square and its character.
But when we had enough of that, we traipsed over to Beauty Bar, kinda on a whim.
I've never been to Beauty Bar on a Thursday, but that is changing right quick. The most amazing music was being played, an amazing combination of soul, motown, and oldies, both popular and kinda obscure. They were all hits and I was kinda sorry to leave. We must thank DJ Johnathan Toubin for the jamz.
And Katie was tragically spilled on.

When a best friend comes to visit...

... you show her a night on the town. My very best friend, Kirsten, flew from Chicago to spoon me, talk about how surrounding architecture affects its community and what its like to ride a bike west of Cicero in Chicago after 9pm. We also did the mom dance.
I bought this...turban at Beacon's Closet in Park Slope. I couldn't figure out if it was amazing or doofy. Kirsten said amazing, so did a tranny when we went to Beauty Bar. That's all the affirmation I need.


At home in a farmer's Market. We got fixin's for a delicious omlette, onion, portobello, eggs, basil and amazing cheese. Sooo good.
Oh my best friend.

The Lonely Dancer

Last night Sura and I went to one of my favorite spots, Beauty Bar. The music was pumpin, the dance floor was full but not crowded, my favorite bartender was there, everything was fabulous. Then we went outside so Sura could have a smoke, we came back in not ten minutes later and the dance floor was empty, save this one sad guy.


I blame the poor 80's Paula-Abdul-esque music that the dj basically refused to turn off. I get it, its nostalgic, its got some humor, but really, I feel like I've heard that joke before.

Beauty Bar and a farewell Cat!

Cat, the former artist in our residence, met this dashing gingham dressed gent at Beauty Bar. We all got our nailz did, 'cause for ten dollars you get a drink and a manicure. Fabulous. Cat got one finger blue, the rest pink. She left in the middle of the night and we won't be seeing her again! If you ever travel to Perth, look out for this fancy photographer.