Sunday Night's Alright

Saturday was a sweaty day of cutting open boxes and buying cleaning supplies at Duane Reade (the one up here had helpful employees! Duane Reade! Helpful!), so we ended it by drinking pom-tinis and watching the ever-quotable Swingers. On Sunday we had a bit more energy, so we dressed ourselves up and headed downtown.

We started at Beauty Bar, known for its $10 drink/manicure special and the ancient blowdryers lining the wall. The scene was chill but we were content to sip vodka-tonics at the bar until I heard people yelling my full name.

'Twas folks from high school! Folks I hadn't seen in half a decade, longer for Julia! We all stood around and chatted and congratulated ourselves from making it all the way from Wisconsin in one piece. Then we parted ways and headed to Pianos.

I hadn't been there in years and I'd forgotten how much I enjoy it. There were so many attractive people we briefly entertained the idea that it was Gay Night. But it wasn't, and we ended up meeting a host of interesting people, including:

• a Uruguayan children's book illustrator (the last one he illustrated was something like Pete and the Platypus)
  
• a Guy Pierce lookalike who works at Time Inc and kept calling me a "Conde Nast-y"
• two dudes who looked exactly alike and exactly like Ashley Parker Angel (see image, above)
  
• a deadringer for Josh of Sixteen Candles, but with even less personality, if you can believe that.

All in all a lovely evening, followed by a less-than-lovely Labor Day morning. But hey, if the holiday is to commemorate work, what better way to celebrate than to sleep through half of it?