Nite on town

After many nights cooped up in the apartment, frantically trying to catch up with an insane amount of work I finally went out for a good old bar hoppin' night at the big apple. Hells' kitchen, a.k.a the new Chelsea, is crowded and over stylish for this thorny cactus. A few hours in a hip mid-town bar were more then enough and with a few good buddies I headed to my natural habitat, the East Village. The little streets and allies are the closest you get to Tel Aviv here. All sorts of types and a multi sexual crowd prowling the hood. We ended up at Eastern Bloc, a funky mix of old soviet memorabilia, hot sexy bartenders and stoned pole dancers. The crowed was great, the music a strange mix of 90's disco with newer house thumpa-thumpa. Drinks aren't too expensive and eager looks everywhere. Declined a few tempting offers (just wasn't in the mood) and had a blast fuzzy night. Highly recommended.

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