January 4, 2012
On NYE David donned a tux, just for the hell of it. We started telling people he had just come from a ball… but it didn’t start out quite so formal really.  A day of exploring around the Lower East Side and a burger at Schiller’s had given way to afternoon drinks at Brinkley’s. We had no plans for the evening, deciding to keep things low key, low cost and instead just let it evolve.  A quick nap, a bit of dinner at home and around 10pm, we realized day drinking may not have been such a great idea but nevertheless we rallied, meeting up with our friend Brittany who landed us at a party in a Brooklyn brownstone by 11, where we all rang in the new year. The ball dropped and not long after we were on the subway back to Manhattan and back to Brinkley’s, where the bartender was by now our friend, then down to Southside to dance below for just a hot second, all somehow for free. It wouldn’t be NYE if we didn’t have a few odd encounters with the very inebriated, or find ourselves meandering down the streets hoping to hail a cab with a few dozen other people in varying states of disarray, confetti at the curb at three am. But this was of course followed by a necessary late night slice, of the $1 pizza variety. And then to cap off our first and very random NYC new year’s eve, Britt and I waved hello to Christian Siriano as we passed him on the way home.  I swear, one of the strangest / best New Year’s Eves ever. And I think the secret is this: low expectations + no plans + a tux = a fantastic time. 

On NYE David donned a tux, just for the hell of it. We started telling people he had just come from a ball… but it didn’t start out quite so formal really. 

A day of exploring around the Lower East Side and a burger at Schiller’s had given way to afternoon drinks at Brinkley’s. We had no plans for the evening, deciding to keep things low key, low cost and instead just let it evolve. 

A quick nap, a bit of dinner at home and around 10pm, we realized day drinking may not have been such a great idea but nevertheless we rallied, meeting up with our friend Brittany who landed us at a party in a Brooklyn brownstone by 11, where we all rang in the new year. The ball dropped and not long after we were on the subway back to Manhattan and back to Brinkley’s, where the bartender was by now our friend, then down to Southside to dance below for just a hot second, all somehow for free.

It wouldn’t be NYE if we didn’t have a few odd encounters with the very inebriated, or find ourselves meandering down the streets hoping to hail a cab with a few dozen other people in varying states of disarray, confetti at the curb at three am. But this was of course followed by a necessary late night slice, of the $1 pizza variety. And then to cap off our first and very random NYC new year’s eve, Britt and I waved hello to Christian Siriano as we passed him on the way home. 

I swear, one of the strangest / best New Year’s Eves ever. And I think the secret is this: low expectations + no plans + a tux = a fantastic time. 

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