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10:15 pm
El Maguey y La Tuna
(321 E Houston St between Attorney and Ridge Sts)
This muy authentico, no-frills joint is a gem. The enchilada sauce has just the right forceful kick, Katie and Brian’s two different moles are distinct and flavorful (Katie says it’s the best she’s ever had and Brian’s is actually called “underground mole” by the waiter, whatever that means), and they give me a sombrero, for cryin’ out loud. The group struggles to empty a pitcher of margaritas, and when the waiter brings free shots of tequila, it must be the first time ever in the history of the world that a group of twentysomethings is not excited to receive them. Nevertheless, we put them down and press on.
11:00 pm
Cake Shop
(152 Ludlow St between Rivington and Stanton Sts)
We swing by the third-anniversary party of this bakery/record store/bar/concert venue to check out a couple of bands and rub elbows, elbows and more elbows with the full crowd. The suffocating atmosphere prompts the following text message: “This is Katie. I’m outside. Hipsters suck.”
12:00 am
Landmark Sunshine Cinema
(143 E Houston St between First and Second Aves)
After a bodega stop, Katie, Brian, Meghan and I—plus three bags of candy and a couple of beers—head into the Sunshine for the director’s cut of Alien. As we’re about to get our tickets, Meghan brings the hammer down: She’s out. She wants to go to a friend’s birthday and, she says, the movie (wickedly planted in the middle of a night of partying) wasn’t in the cards. After hugs and kind words, Meghan departs. Katie and Brian say they’re sad to see her go, but I know they’re really glad that one has bitten the dust.
2:15 am
Sing Sing Karaoke
(81 Ave A between 5th and 6th Sts)
Turns out Katie is a karaoke vet and Brian…well, let’s just say he really gets into it when his number is called. However, earlier in the day, he’d turned his Adidas visor-beanie around and told us that he wanted to write lyrics for a karaoke freestyle. Meghan and Katie had to inform him, regrettably, that (a) you can’t write lyrics for freestyle rap and (b) that’s not what karaoke is. Such details have been cleared up by this point in the night, and our crew (which now includes the returned Meghan—how much fun could a 40-year-old’s party have been compared with hanging out with us?) is the coolest in the house (did you really just pick “Sweet Caroline,” people?). We set the bar high with my “I Swear” by All-4-One. Katie keeps it going with some Phantom Planet. Brian, mercifully, doesn’t freestyle, and all of our tunes are performed as a group (how cute). As the place is closing down, a drunk guy approaches and says, “You guys had by far the best song selection. It was awesome.” We know, dude, step off; we don’t have room for groupies on this train.
4:30 am
Veselka
(144 Second Ave at 9th St)
We march on for a little sustenance after the surly karaoke bartenders forced us out at closing time. As our Eastern European waitress finally plops down the right plates on her third try, my competitors look beat. I see my opening and go in for the kill. So…who wants to go to church? Katie stops cold, a noodle from her mac and cheese dangling from her mouth. Brian, intrigued by the curveball, nearly rallies but then drops his head in defeat. To them, a beautiful dawn walk through the Financial District followed by a taste of city history (in the form of 8am services in George Washington’s tabernacle) isn’t worth the winning to them. Pussies. After some delicate diplomacy but not much debate, they agree to drop out simultaneously, so that they can both win and avoid a date with the Lord.
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