Peter was really surprised when he walked into the the upstairs dining area at En Japanese Brasserie. (part of his response was: "there are, like, people from California here!"). Karine spent weeks prior to their recent trip to Africa planning the surprise party, and Allon, Emile, Alvin, Jason and I all came in from out of town to join the NY locals for a crazy evening of celebration.
After a 4-hour dinner, we migrated to a club called Aer, in the meatpacking district. In general, I hate clubs, but the New York clubs really offend. Normally, layers upon layers of VIP-ness are thrown into your face, but we managed to avoid some of that by reserving table service for 20 and having a bunch of cute girls with us. Even though we had more women than men, we had problems getting eleven guys into the club. I think it required slipping cash to one of the bouncers.
I drank a lot, which is extremely unusual.
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