Saturday
This was the craziest, most active day of the trip. There were a few things that I had on my list to do, and one of them was to go to Barney's New York.
I have no idea why I torture myself so. Everything was beautiful, obvs. I'm holding onto that dream of becoming independently wealthy without all the work. That happens on the reg, right?
We continued working our way through Manhattan's restaurants and bars. We brunched at a place called Barbounia where they offer non-stop bellinis, mimosas, and champagne for $17.95. Yes, please!
We attempted to go in the oldest bar in New York, but it was packed so we just took a picture...
We then made our way to Emily's apartment, where she and Erica had made gumbo and king cake for a Mardi Gras party. I was super impressed. The thought of trying to make the dough for that cake makes me start sweating.
I found the bay bay. Go me.
Creeper John snuck up behind Britt. She looks a scared.
After recruiting everyone at the party to join us for dinner, we headed to Koreatown to Mad for Chicken. Apparently their wings were rated as some of the best in the country. They were pretty good! The hot flavor was PAIN. FUL., however. It tasted good, but by the time you swallowed your mouth and lips felt like they had been attacked by a blowtorch. While I guzzled down beer and felt for my toungue to make sure it was still there, I enjoyed reading the drink menu. Those Koreans are pretty creative.
Nick shared his modeling skills during a small photo shoot before we moved on to the next spot.
In keeping with the same Asian theme, we to partake in some Korean karaoke. I can't even explain to you how much fun this was. Each group has their own room with couches and a flat screen at the front. You choose from 100's of familiar songs just like any other karaoke bar, but each song has its own dramatic Korean music video playing on the tv as you sing. Hilarious. I wish I would have snapped a pic of the Korean host that I'm guessing was the manager. On a few occasions he would walk in to see if all was OK with our group and grab the mic from whoever was up at the time and belt out a few of the lyrics. It was pretty entertaining. It's apparently a pretty popular hang out for the Asian population because as the night went on, we definitely became the minority.
Here's a little of Toto's "Africa" for your viewing and listening pleasure...
Not able to post the video right now, but check back soon!
Part of the deal we struck with Mr. Asian Karaoke Man was a ride home in a stretch Escalade. Looking back, it seems like a pretty strange offer for a karaoke bar, but of course at the time we were in no way worried about being potential murder victims. All we cared about was feeling fancy for about 15 blocks.
I guess I forgot how short my dress was. Woops. I decided to spare you and cover myself up. You're welcome.
We made it home safely and crashed hard. Day 3 was spent keeping it classy in a hotel known for its guests having sex up against the windows so stay tuned. Ta-tas for now!
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