Yesterday afternoon, I went to the Museum of Sex. Ok, I will briefly pause so you can get your giggling out of the way…ready? The entrance to the museum looks like a hip novelty store, and En Vogue’s “Don’t Let Go” was blasting from the sound system. The only difference? Instead of comic books, PEZ dispensers and other novelty items on display, tables and shelves are filled with almost any and every erotic pleasure you can think of: whips, feathers, vibrators, literotica (for those Fifty Shades of Grey fans out there), the list goes on and on.
This morning I found myself thinking about cheese—probably because I recently read a post on our sister blog, The Editor Is In, which was all about this delectable dairy staple. I started to think about my favorite foods that put the spotlight on cheese—grilled cheese, pizza; the list goes on and on.
A few months ago, I went to a bar in Williamsburg, Brooklyn with a few friends. I wasn’t familiar with the establishment, so when I was told the name a few days prior to going—it’s Barcade® by the way—I didn’t really think anything of it.
A few years ago I went on a chartered cruise with the company I worked for at the time. The affair was essentially our summer office party. Since it ended in the early afternoon, and we weren’t required to go back to work, several of us decided we should continue the party at a restaurant or bar. The problem? None of us were too familiar with this part of Manhattan (Midtown West in the Eighth to 11th Ave. area).
Last night, I went to a taping of The Maury Show in Stamford, Connecticut. I always wanted to go, so I finally decided to go online and apply for tickets. The tickets are free, but you have to just wait and see when a date becomes available for a taping—usually you find out a few months after you apply.
Concierges are, by nature, multi taskers. I mean, think about it. While they are helping one guest get Broadway tickets, they might also be in the midst of arranging for a personal shopper for another and snagging hard-to-get dinner reservations for a third. That’s a lot of balls to juggle, right?
On Friday night, I had an impromptu get together with a friend. She is my go-to person for happy hour and we usually go to the same spots. However, on this particular occasion, she wanted to try something different. With a little research, we decided on Raymi, a Peruvian restaurant near Madison Square Park.
At my job, tickets to Broadway and Off-Broadway shows are often available. Sometimes I take advantage, sometimes I don’t. About a year ago, I decided to see Blue Man Group.
I love going to museums and galleries—it’s the way I would bond with my dad as a kid. We both really like art—in fact, I went to a visual and performing arts high school and was “this close” to choosing something art-related as a career path. Anyway, when you go on an art outing, do you ever wish that you had more info than what’s provided on the little cards next to a piece of work? Well, if you are inquisitive like me and need more answers, check out ArtMuse.