For this gal, Pride is about friends and drinks, and drinks with friends. I’ll go anywhere for these said drinks with friends, and have spent past Prides in some very interesting places. Last year I made no plans and had not a clue how I was going to spend Pride Sunday. I woke up in a stupor at a stranger’s apartment in Hell’s Kitchen Sunday morning after a wild romp the night before at Vlada. We took a cab to my place so I could change outfits and touch up my face. (Yes, I often need little touch ups.) Our initial plan was to go somewhere and watch the Parade, however, before I knew it, my apartment was full of drag queens and club kids and one King Ralphy who invited us to a Pride party he was hosting at Midtown Loft and Terrace. It’s around the block from my place and on a rooftop on a gorgeous summer day in Manhattan? Sign me up!
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Trash, the Friday night party held in The Studio at Webster Hall, is arguably the most wild party of the week. Seriously, I say this from personal experience. The first time my partner-in-crime and fellow GaySocialite Kevin Novinski, “Dapper” as we affectionately call him around the office, and I went, we apparently humped on stages, dressed in our Asian finery. The second time we attended together, we decided to lay on the ground and share secrets with each other while people dancing around us. (Side note: not the smartest idea.) The third, we distributed ice to the crowd via a stolen ice bucket. You know, typical Friday nights with your friends.
The only thing I like better than a party is a new party. And the only thing I like better than a new party is 2 new parties. So I’m sure you can imagine that I’m a little weak in the knees over promoter Nathan Kelly and his new Invasion Thursdays at Bar 13. I haven’t known Nathan for long but have run into him on numerous occasions, most recently at his Play Hard Tuesdays at XL. It was there he whispered in my white ear about the Union Square space and his plan to begin a new Thursday night gay party. Fast forward a few and here we are–having one of the most beautiful weeks of the year and a perfect excuse to step out for an evening you’ll most likely forget (or at least I will, because that’s how I roll).
It was King Ralphy and Demanda date night earlier this month (don’t ask, we don’t kiss and tell) and we decided to check out local Hell’s Kitchen eatery 9Restaurant. Being that our usual evening rendezvous’ usually occur in a nightclub, I was excited to actually share a meal and a laugh (and cocktails too, of course, but I thought that went without saying!) Joining us was his childhood friend Kathy. Allow me to share a bit about our lovely little evening with 9 reasons why this place should be a stop before your nightly bar crawl.