It's been a busy and tiring week with St Paddy's day celebrations.Actually it started last weekend with a roof top party on Park Ave. When I first got the invite, the apartment number said PH2c and for a moment I was confused. What the hell is PH? Then I realized, it was the penthouse. It all went downhill from there. haha.
This is one of my favorite pics. Deepa is all pretty poses and Chris and I are clowning around :) Then there was more mayhem on St Paddy's day itself with a work team outing. We did a bit of a pub/bar crawl around the East Village. All the bars were really cool, but I think the one which stood out for me was PDT. It stands for 'Please don't tell' and is an old style speakeasy.So what was so cool about it? Firstly, the fact that it was by appointment only and you could only book (or try to book) by calling a number at 3pm on the day itself. We must have dialed about 20 times before we got through and were able to make a booking. Secondly, the entrance to the bar was through a phone booth hidden in the corner of a hot dog shop. So you entered through a crappy run down hot dog shop, went into the phone booth, picked up the phone and voila, a secret door opened and you entered the hidden bar.Inside it was all class. Dimly lit, soft jazz, absolutely no phones or flash photography and just a really chilled vibe. The only thing I didn't like was that they had stuffed animals on the wall. Who knows if they were real or not. I thought some were fake but my friends swear they looked real. Anyway, some pics from the night... :) l I
This is one of my favorite pics. Deepa is all pretty poses and Chris and I are clowning around :) Then there was more mayhem on St Paddy's day itself with a work team outing. We did a bit of a pub/bar crawl around the East Village. All the bars were really cool, but I think the one which stood out for me was PDT. It stands for 'Please don't tell' and is an old style speakeasy.So what was so cool about it? Firstly, the fact that it was by appointment only and you could only book (or try to book) by calling a number at 3pm on the day itself. We must have dialed about 20 times before we got through and were able to make a booking. Secondly, the entrance to the bar was through a phone booth hidden in the corner of a hot dog shop. So you entered through a crappy run down hot dog shop, went into the phone booth, picked up the phone and voila, a secret door opened and you entered the hidden bar.Inside it was all class. Dimly lit, soft jazz, absolutely no phones or flash photography and just a really chilled vibe. The only thing I didn't like was that they had stuffed animals on the wall. Who knows if they were real or not. I thought some were fake but my friends swear they looked real. Anyway, some pics from the night... :) l I
