Living in NYC definitely has its perks one of them is an abundance of things to do on any given night. As a busy couple living with 2 teenagers, one of the things I look forward to the most is date night with my partner. For some couples, date night is a weekly ritual that often becomes monotonous. For us, its neither limited to nor guaranteed to be every week… it really depends on our individual and joint schedules.
Having just moved into a new place earlier this week, I spent 2 days literally locked away in the tower unpacking, organizing and cleaning our new place. J and I planned to go out Thursday night, but by the time my daughter’s project was finished, dinner was eaten and we were ready to go, the party we hoped to attend would have had 20 minutes remaining. I didn’t care… I just wanted out of the house. He promised to make it up to me the following night. And boy, did he!
I put a Chicken White Bean Chili in the slow cooker, then took the train into the city to meet up with him in the West Village for drinks. Listening to Omar’s This is Not a Love Song on my iPhone, I was all smiles as I walked through train stations and heading to myLove. I started the night with a little 100 proof single malt scotch on the rocks. The bartender, a friend and co-worker of my partner educated me as to the absence of caramel coloring in American scotch, (the culprit of gluten in many blended scotches.) We left the bar smiling and headed to the train… stopping off at a couple of sex shops I visited with my NY porn star friends during brunch a month ago. We picked up a new pocket rocket, (I recently broke mine,) and we checked out some cute little outfits that will definitely find their way into my wardrobe at a later date… 🙂
We walked through the city streets to the West 4th station where we came across a talented drummer playing in the subway. We made our way to the LES (Lower East Side,) where he wanted to take me to this little Mexican/ Dominican American restaurant, El Nuevo Amanecer for dinner and margaritas. As we were standing on the street trying to find the place via Google Maps, we bumped into none other than Punchline, an emcee who has appeared on my radio show Sex, Love & Hip Hop a couple of times. He was promoting Greenhouse later and invited us throw. The restaurant was packed, the service lacking, but as far as Mexican food goes in New York… it wasn’t horrid. (Angelenos living in NYC will always tell you the only thing missing is GOOD Mexican food.) Between the two of us, we ordered shrimp chimichanga & a beef burrito/ chicken enchilada combo – each served with rice, beans and a little salad. Nothing fancy just decent food with a fantastic price tag. The margaritas were strong, cheap and the ambiance loud but jovial. We enjoyed a couple round of drinks (I tried the mango and melon margaritas at my partner’s urging,) and managed to get leave spending less than $60.
We had wanted to go to Babycakes NYC for dessert but by the time we finished dinner they were closing. Babycakes is a fantastic bakery and cafe in the LES recommended by a couple of people on twitter. The bakery boasts gluten-free, wheat-free, soy-free, dairy-free, refined sugar-free, egg-free, vegan, kosher treats. A couple of weeks ago, J came home with cupcakes and an oatmeal cream pie for me to satisfy my cravings since I had been severely restricted since finding out I have a sensitivity to gluten. Their oatmeal cream pie was nothing shy of amazing and we vowed to return together. He had mentioned last night they have gluten-free hot chocolate… and on a chilly night like last night it would have been more than welcome. He actually left before we finished our drinks with the intention of popping by there for me, but then realized he would be gone more than a half hour trying to run there and back… I insisted we could hit the cafe up another time.
We finished our drinks and meal then stopped by Sullivan Room where a promoter he knew was having his birthday party. We walked into the basement where deep house was playing and the entire room was dancing. We made our way to the DJ booth, said hello to the DJ and a few other people, enjoyed the flow for awhile then went back upstairs to the street to try reaching out to a friend we were planning to meet. We remembered Slick Rick’s birthday party was at Le Poisson Rouge, so we walked the handful of blocks to the club. The doorman let us skip the outdoor line and we were quickly ushered. Once inside, the whole place was booming with good Hip Hop and great energy. We were taked the the stage where a handful of Hip Hop notables and friends were gathering behind the DJ at tables and bottle service was lining up. J saw this beautiful woman he keeps bumping into, so after being introduced, I went to the bar for a round of drinks. She had declined a drink, but having noticed she was drinking a Corona, I ordered her one anyway. She looked… shocked I suppose when I handed it to her, but graciously accepted it. I got up and stood just a few steps away saying hello to a few people I regularly bump into at these events, and started dancing with Big Zulu Jeff for a bit when it seemed the DJ was about to play the Diana Ross track “I’m Coming Out,” (he played us by playing “Mo’ Money, Mo’ Problems” instead.) Jeff made me laugh when he busted out doing the “Harlem Shake.”
J and I laughed, talked and enjoyed one another as the DJ spun… We spoke to “The General,” DJ Kool Red Alert and offered him a drink. I made my way back to the bar for round two where a guy asked me, “You look really familiar, why is that?” Tipsy, I looked at him and replied, “You probably know me from jerking off.” He laughed and said, “Why is that and what’s your name?” I told him, he turned to his boy and said something, his boy looked at me and said, “Oh I know that name. She’s not lying.” Just then the bartender returned with my drinks. I made my escape and someone bumped into me causing me to spill one of my drinks a little. I apologized profusely and she smiled and told someone near by, “At least she apologized.” 🙂 I walked back up the 3 short steps to the stage and handed J his drink and Red Alert his… then realized I ordered him a Myer’s Rum on the rocks instead of a Myer’s Rum and pineapple. Oops! He just laughed it off and smiled. Always the class act. 🙂
We left the stage for a bit to mingle in the crowd and suddenly, Slick Rick was on stage. I almost so caught up watching him I forgot to shoot a little video. No worries though… I got a the majority of his performing “Children’s Story.” At one point I realized half the night, Dana Dane was standing next to me earlier. Doh! We went up to meet up with my girl Zoi and one of J’s friends then all hopped in a cab for The National Underground for more house music and dancing. Standing in a corner, my love kissed me and looked at me in a way only he could. I blushed, repeatedly.
Around 3am we decided to head to Brooklyn to this hidden little after hours in Williamsburg. The DJ was spinning top 40 hip hop, but we had such a good time it didn’t even matter. Sometime around 6am we walked in the house, climbed in bed and snuggled until well after the sun came up. I fell asleep in my lover’s arms and my head nestled in his armpit… the perfect ending to a perfect Friday date night. 🙂