Last night I went on a rooftop bar crawl throughout NYC and it was exactly what you would expect; an awesome time. Now when you're mapping out a night like this, pacing yourself is a must. Let me give you our contestants and I can go through the night with you. Our contestants were Mike, Ray, Jim, Marc and myself. You don't know any of those people and we're going to keep it that way.
The night started off with some food, not on a rooftop, but at a little outdoor garden called Dos Caminos. We had to sit down, start off with a couple of drinks, get some food in our system, and obviously scout the talent that was walking around. Sitting outside can never be a bad thing. You see as many hot women as you see during the Victoria Secret Runway Show. So after this little endeavor, the night really began.
We actually didn't start off so hot with the Brass Monkey being under renovation on their rooftop. Hey Brass Monkey people, get a clue. Do the renovations in February, not August. It's beautiful out. People don't want to be crammed inside on a great night. Mix in a clue next time you decide on renovating. Therefore, the first place that we actually ended up at, on a rooftop, was Plunge.
Plunge was fantastic. My favorite part about this place was the waitresses wearing the tightest dresses I have ever seen. If you're hot and wearing a tight dress then you've got it made. What I heard was that these uniforms were new. Ray made a great estimation that their tips had to be up at least 40% since the uniform change. I remember one of our contestants, Jim, saying, "She's not even serving me and I wanna tip her." Yes, they looked that good. Also, there were a lot of hot women in this place, which is obviously never a bad thing.
Then it was on to the Giraffe. The Giraffe, overall, not very good. One drink and we moved. Next place was the Gansevoort. The Gansevoort hotel had the set up and the makings of a great time, but it was like the ultimate sausage fest. The guy to girl ratio in there was about 6 to 1. That's 6 guys to every 1 girl. Bad ratio means we had to go. Next it was on to 230 5th avenue. I love 230 5th, it's heaven on earth. At this point I know I was half in the bag, and I could see the group starting to die down. We lost two of our contestants, Jim and Marc at 230 5th. And then there were three. Ray, Mike and myself were the remaining contestants.
Ray was probably the favorite to finish the night mainly because he has superhuman drinking abilities. It's a gift. However, I have no idea where we went after 230 5th. I know it was on the east side, and I know we went to two places. I couldn't tell you the names of the places, or an exact location. I did meet a comedian who I gave my business card to, hopefully he reads this. Now, what I do remember is Mike and myself started talking to these two women. Mike basically walked right up to them and said, "You're the only two women in here under 50, we're the only two guys in here under 50, we should talk." This was a great strategic move by Mike. At this point, Ray, the favorite to finish, tapped out. And then there were two.
Now, Mike and I were talking to these two women who I wouldn't recognize from a hole in the wall today. At this point in the night I was gone and I'm pretty sure Mike was hammered as well. We were functioning, but gone. It was probably for that fact, or the fact that they knew we weren't at least 25 years old, that caused them to leave. They used the "We have work tomorrow" excuse. And it sucked because that was the only real talent for the night. But Mike and I, the young guns, had made it to the finish line. It was an honor to be left standing at the end of last night. There was no real reward other than personal satisfaction, but it feels great.
Sidenote: Next time we do it, we're renting a chicken bus. If you don't know what that is, email me, I'll tell you all about it.
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