Saturday night has since been labeled as "Concierges Gone Wild." Adrian, Megan and I took it upon ourselves to head out to a club, all for the good of our job and comfort of our guests.
We are so, so very selfless. True story.
Now. I am NOT a club girl. As a rule, I refuse to lower my standards to give business to places that won't allow me to wear flip flops. I am a football game at a sports bar with cheap beer kind of girl. But whatever. I had some $10 hot pink shoes that were itching to get out onto the New York streets. And it's fun to go shake what my mama gave me (is that how the saying goes?) every now and again. But shhhh. Don't tell anyone I had a good time - it'll ruin my rep.
When you're at a posh night club, you should definitely be sure to do the following things:
Take silly pictures.
Sprinkle in some America's Next Top Model practice.
Be as ridiculously good looking as humanly possible.
(Or at least sit next to people who are so that their beauty will reflect onto you a little bit.)
Woo people with your amazing eyebrow abilities.
Oh yeah! And DANCE!
(until you're reduced to a hot and sweaty mess.)
And finally, hop in a cab. And be happy.
And exhausted.
1 comment:
Do they even have cheap beer in NY?
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