The bartender at The Ides @ The Wythe Hotel was a total sourpuss, but who could blame the hip young chap? Judging from the detritus that remained at his feet, he must’ve had a terribly busy Sunday Sunset shift.
Sunday Sunset: The last socially acceptable time to indulge on the weekend in NYC if you have a typical nine to five, best done on a Brooklyn Rooftop.
My gang of idiots (none of us work typical nine to fives, presently) didn’t arrive at The Ides until well after dark, having spent the duration of the beautiful sunset at Berry Park.
Berry Park is a rooftop bar that has been a favorite of mine for years because they have pink wine on tap. Also, I can usually find an ample supply of Cougiesnacks wandering around the semi-sportsbar interior, but on Sunday I felt that the tides were turning on this Billyburg rooftop. The only interesting strangers I could find were clearly on Molly. They were jamming out hard to late nineties R&B, and sweating, and looked like they’d been awake since Thursday night. Also, one of them was wearing a Grateful Dead shirt…I had to deal with enough pseudo hippies growing up in whitebread Westchester so engaging this group was a no-go.
The crowd was better at The Ides, not to mention the view. I’m basing my opinion of the crowd solely on the fact that a couple of 7 outta 10s hit on me. Also, the unisex bathrooms at the Ides are far nicer than the toiletpaper-less cave that you have to wine pee in at Berry. Bathroom layout is important. Case and point: Le Bain.
With that having been said, this summer is off to a slow start in the snack department. If things don’t start looking better I’m going to open a faux modeling agency call 5M: Miss M’s Mens Model Management. I had the idea on the downtown N/R today, where I “discovered” two 6’2” wonders of chili lime boy-jerky toting their adorable little comp cards. I wanted to be like: “How was your casting, I’m a really big agent,” but I chickened out when I realized I didn’t have any business cards. One of them was complete Euro-trash and was wearing a windbreaker around his waist and he looked wide-eyed and new to New York. I bet he regularly gets lost on the A Train. You know what that means? MISSED OPPORTUNITY.
I’d write a missed connection for Windbreaker BeBe Zoolander on Craigslist if I thought he knew how to read… and wasn’t born in the 90’s.