nyc, baby! on the VIP list.

yo yo yo!

in nyc auntie haiku knew all the cool places to go. for instance, there was a speakeasy called "dare not speak my name" or "don't tell about me" or something like that. i couldn't tell even if i wanted to because i can't remember what it was called. all i know is that it was super secret and super exclusive. so auntie haiku made us resos and we went for afternoon cocktails. the only thing better than afternoon cocktails is getting loaded at lunch. but that's another story entirely...

the phone booth.

so to get to this speakeasy, you have to go to this dump of a hotdog shop. after you come in, you go to a phone booth, pick up the receiver and say "hello?" then the back wall to the phone booth opens inward and you get ushered in to this hip little bar with leather banquettes. it was super cool!

make way! hot stuff coming through!

i have to admit, the place seemed to be a bit of a fire hazard but that was part of the fun. pretty soon we were all drunk enough that no one cared.

gettin' loaded after a long day of shopping.

the drinks were delish and totally unusual. the menu asked us not to tell anyone what was in them. those drinks were TOP SECRET, bitches!

also, they served hot dogs. at first i thought gross! and then i heard it was a hot dog that was wrapped in bacon and deep fried and smothered in kim chee. holy shit! that was some dog!

loaded.

per usual, i got a little drunk and climbed onto the taxidermied animals hung on the walls. some people drunk dial, others drunk text... i drunkidermy.

xoxo. baby.