This weekend was a wash. We walked down to Greenhouse for the Made in Italy party as a completely spontaneous move, which proved to be futile. We should have known the result of rolling with 4 suits and one female without getting on Francesco’s guestlist.
The crew ended up checking out City Winery across the street which, had it not been for the company, also would have shown to be a wash. City Winery is a huge venue with a large music stage, cheese bar and fermenting barrels of vino in the basement for amateurs to sign up and bottle their own wine. Unfortunately, they had one of the worst wine lists of any wine bar I’ve been to in the city and was quite disappointed in the selections we sampled. I haven’t tried the food or the music so I’ll reserve my review until then, however, it’s not looking good after my first impression.
After a few jack n cokes at Spring Lounge, I think I called the sickness upon myself and assured myself of 72 hours of phlegm and soar throat. Contrary to the ICD Flu trends, my Apt in NYC is HIGH with the flu virus, so bring on the Nyquil, Vicks, kleenex, and chicken soup.
While I’m laid up, California students were reliving Animal House last week for Spring Break. However, they were deterred by Mexican gangs and travel costs in avoiding Cabo and we’re sold on the pitch: “Palm Springs practically invented spring break … and it’s back!”. Palm Springs revived as a Spring Break destination? I’ve never been, so I can’t imagine the draw for students choosing this retirement and business convention destination over the hot scene at Lake Havasu.