city sidewalks

So I found myself (after a hasty last-minute pseudo-invite involving a little truth-stretching and smooth-talking) at Thom Bar last night in 60 Thompson, that breathtakingly beautiful hotel in Soho, attending a follow-up event to The Observer’s high-profile real estate expo just two weeks ago, which I also attended (due to the free mimosas calling my name) over at the Puck Building. Not that I’m in the market for a $650,000 one-bedroom apartment, but still…

Needless to say, the glamorous space was packed with sexy real estate execs, even sexier bartenders and one adorable (and newly single, though straight) owner/publisher, Mr. Jared Kushner. I politely introduced myself, since we’ve been emailing back and forth for months without ever actually meeting (after I brazenly called and asked to speak with him, and he – to my great disbelief – actually took my call) so I figured it was only the right thing to do. He’s a dashing fellow, I’ll give him that, but he kind of looks like he’s 12 and has the charm to match… which is endearing, mind you, but as the owner/publisher of one of the most influential papers in New York, even though I’ll be the first one advocating against ageism, it just seems a little weird.

I just returned from the WayOut event sponsored by Genre magazine (and by Genre magazine I mean V2 Vodka) where a VIP bracelet buys you all of a stupid seat on a couch. The area is loosely monitored by a beautifully ditzy boy, constantly glancing down to ensure its vague exclusivity in between scoping out fresh meat en route to the bar. It was held at HK (as per usual lately) and I swear that every time I go there that place looks completely different. Although their first attempt (from what I saw at the opening party) had a painful amount of Miami-esque flare, they’ve toned it down and gave it a shot of mojo to make it more palatable up here in New York, with subdued house music, sexy lighting, candles and our “special” VIP lounge.

Tomorrow’s a busy day, though, so I should probably cut this short. Work all day, networking happy hour from 6-7, Out party at 8, PR/birthday party at D’Or in the Dream Hotel – all before going home. Guess I should be starting right about now to help my odds of looking presentable in the morning, but not without:

Overheard on 210th St & Bainbridge Ave -

15-year-old girl to group of friends: I be takin’ AP English this year, yo. I the only one in that motherfucker that don’t be lookin’ like they be deliverin’ yo’ egg rolls when they ain’ts in school an’ shit.