Sari for Partying!

Yesterday started out with a yoga class geared towards surfing. When we did a low, 360 degree spin on our mats, I missed my mat surfing along the hard wood floor instead of the imaginary wave. I've fallen so many times in public (airports, fashion events, subway platforms, etc...) my ego is the only thing bruised. I have to pray, though, that this is not a sign of how bad I will be at surfing, when the day finally comes that I get to learn how.

The rest of the daylight hours were spent helping my friend furnish his apartment. He's been living out of suitcases for almost a month, so we went to Ikea for some swedish meatballs and some furniture. I met him in Australia, when we spent a day trip together in the Blue Mountains. After a Great Barrier Reef style ferry ride to Red Hook we began our search for everything he needs. There was an awkward moment during that time, when I was thinking this must be what wedding directory shopping or starting a home with someone feels like. The only difference here was that price was entirely up to him, and I knew the feminine throw pillows and persian rugs were not something even worth mentioning to him. In the end, I successfully talked him out of a really awful dresser and was there with him, when we realized he is going to have to come back.

My Aussie-omeness did not end there for the day, as I attended a party with a friend of mine last night. The hostess, her Australian friend, was having a Bollywood Themed birthday party, and the majority of the people there were Aussies. It was at one of the most posh and amazing apartments I have ever seen....and she lives there for free!!!! I was sad not to be in costume, when we got there and most of the girls were, however, the very hospitable hostess had bindis ready and waiting for us! After several bottles of champagne and some grey goose a dance party began in front of the Indian-themed slideshow on the wall. Just as my friend and I were getting fairly groovy we decided to ditch this party, but where to next?

I was supposed to attend a birthday party in Bushwick (sketchy Brooklyn), but a 45 minute train ride and lost buzz were not sounding good at midnight. So, we did the next best thing...got something to eat (despite the curry-filled spread at her friends) and continued going out on this side of the river.

We managed to catch a free ride to B Bar. It's a great place when the weather is nice, but even the heat lamps weren't cutting it for me. I was enjoying conversation with some very attractive gentlemen and a free drink from, yet another one of her friends, when another guy from our hometown in the south showed up.

After several minutes I was told we were leaving. I hopped in a cab with the other southerner and his friend, waiting for my friend to join us. She stayed behind and I headed further south to what I think was the Lower East Side. I was pretty drunk at this point, but we walked into a bar that I am nearly positive I have been to before, although I remembered it being on the Upper East Side. It's a tiny bar with pin-up girls flanking the walls. It was so crowded in there I could hardly breathe and the two boys were busy gathering attention from their unique dance moves. I could tell I was starting to fade, so I left for the night. Later when confronted from my friend in Bushwick about why I wasn't there, my only response: 'Sari for Partying!'