Soho House
August 2005
It was thursday and "Jack" reminded me of getting together after work. So I followed through. Me and a couple of peeps went along for the ride. Got cabs and headed to the Meatpacking District. Stopped at this building and get this, it's members only. Jack happens to know peeps there and I assume he's a member got us all in. I kept saying I've been here before. De ja vu? Oh no not with Pepe Le Pew. The place was hoity toity. And here I was with T-shirt and dressy slacks feeling rather...um under dress. I decided I want to changed out of my work clothes and look slacker chic. *winks* We took the elevator up to the roof. It was rather cooler than other times and pretty windy up there. Not cool. Pool was teeny. They set up the bar which seems to withstand wind resistence. Very cool. SoHo House happy hour version, perhaps? Time to hit the bar. I started off with club soda. I wanted to "pace myself". lol. Pretty crowded. Jack, was working the room... , I mean, the roof. Here walks Mr. "ED". Re-intro ensues. Was sporting the same style of clothing as the last time but different color top. Exchanged greetings. ..drank , smile all that crap. It was nice to see Mr. "ED" again and he returned the admiration. Suddenly, all the "happy hour" goers overwhelmed "ED" with idle chat (read: talk shop). Come to find out it was producers and PR guys talking shop. Why am I not surprised? So me and friends spent the night mingling and googley-eyeing the beautiful people. Spotted models , who most I couldn't remember their names. Must be the vodka.It became pretty lively as the night progressed. Mr. "ED" joined us for a bit but then get pulled back by another producer than a writer than another... all talking f-ning shop to no end! However, it turned out to be a good night.
It was thursday and "Jack" reminded me of getting together after work. So I followed through. Me and a couple of peeps went along for the ride. Got cabs and headed to the Meatpacking District. Stopped at this building and get this, it's members only. Jack happens to know peeps there and I assume he's a member got us all in. I kept saying I've been here before. De ja vu? Oh no not with Pepe Le Pew. The place was hoity toity. And here I was with T-shirt and dressy slacks feeling rather...um under dress. I decided I want to changed out of my work clothes and look slacker chic. *winks* We took the elevator up to the roof. It was rather cooler than other times and pretty windy up there. Not cool. Pool was teeny. They set up the bar which seems to withstand wind resistence. Very cool. SoHo House happy hour version, perhaps? Time to hit the bar. I started off with club soda. I wanted to "pace myself". lol. Pretty crowded. Jack, was working the room... , I mean, the roof. Here walks Mr. "ED". Re-intro ensues. Was sporting the same style of clothing as the last time but different color top. Exchanged greetings. ..drank , smile all that crap. It was nice to see Mr. "ED" again and he returned the admiration. Suddenly, all the "happy hour" goers overwhelmed "ED" with idle chat (read: talk shop). Come to find out it was producers and PR guys talking shop. Why am I not surprised? So me and friends spent the night mingling and googley-eyeing the beautiful people. Spotted models , who most I couldn't remember their names. Must be the vodka.It became pretty lively as the night progressed. Mr. "ED" joined us for a bit but then get pulled back by another producer than a writer than another... all talking f-ning shop to no end! However, it turned out to be a good night.
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