Last Thursday the Boy in the Checkered Shirt and I went to hop to Ben Watts at Cielo. Before we wandered down to the West Village for a light meal of a salad with goat cheese, a quesadilla, and sides of spinach and asparagus at Automatic Slims. We downed it with glasses of Stella Artois and Yuengling. The bartender comped us the beers.
After eating we still had some time to kill so ventured to the roof of the Hotel Gansevoort. He didn't see anyone he recognized so we called it a bust after one beer. From there we ventured to Cielo, met a frisky bouncer, and watched straight girls dance with their purses until the wee hours.
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