Typical Night Out In Manhattan?

Saturday night I spent 2 hours at SPiN New York with my friend. It's a trendy ping pong club on 23rd and Park. Actually, it has a super interesting crowd from older folks, to scantily clad women looking to meet men, to people would can afford blowing $20 on a half hour of ping pong. We weren't at our table for more than 2 minutes before we got hit on by the table next to us. A group of guys were closing out, visibly drunk despite it only being 9:30 and there for a bachelor party. Great. We played doubles. I was lucky enough to have the well-behaved married guy on my team whereas my friend had to avoid getting groped by her drunk teammate. After twenty minutes of wild playing, they left leaving us open to receive more male attention. An older, slightly creepy guy sat on the couch next to us watching us play and cutting into my friend's personal space. Two drinks and an hour and a half of ping pong later it was time for us to move on. But not before I had a quick Susan Sarandon sighting!

We headed to Norwood, a gorgeous private club on West 14th street. I'm kind of in love with the place. You could easily walk right by it without knowing its a club. It's in a brownstone with multiple (almost hidden) rooms, antique furniture and Victorian décor. I look forward to going back during the week when the majority of members aren't on vacation. And the crowd was just as interesting - a friendly, down to earth DJ, Kris Kross' long lost brother, and an L.A. type who could easily be mistaken for Seth Rogen. So while I was there, I figured I'd try and make friends. The Seth Rogen guy and I struck up a conversation while on line for the bathroom. I learned that he recently broke up with his girlfriend and was just getting back in the game. He managed to slip in that she lived across the ocean and they'd see each other every 3 weeks in different places around the world. Okay - way to slip in that you're loaded. His friends were leaving and he asked if I wanted to join them. I figured it was either that or go home so told him I was in. The group stood outside trying to figure out their next move. There was some confusion and suddenly the two of us found ourselves alone. He asked if I still wanted to hang out downtown and I said maybe - he seemed interesting and I wouldn't have minded just TALKING to him. Smooth operator that he is - mentioned we'd be better off drinking wine on his roof rather than hitting another bar. And on that note, I told Mr. Smooth that I was heading home. Peace Out.

So the night ended with me at my local pizza place and a 25 year old from Westchester thinking he was cool and harassing me. Can't a lady eat her pizza in peace?! And there we have it folks - a typical night out in Manhattan - drunk bachelors, creepy old men, celebrities, trendy clubs, rich, insecure men trying to entice the ladies with their wealth, and drunken boys from Westchester.

Cheers!