So 11 pm I head out on a Monday night… not the norm but I have the 2nd round of friends in town (remember)… Margerie (I still think I’m spelling that wrong) picks out her usual spot, that “makes me feel good every time I go”. It’s Rose’s Turn in Greenwich village on Grove st., a piano bar full of show tunes and sassy older gentlemen. I’m not a show tunes type (no where near) but I can appreciate some tallent and these flamboyant boys have some lungs.
After 3 Greygoose n crans and a comp’d fruity shot from the flirty bar maid – she was flirtin with M – , we head to the east side to Pyramids for some dnb. We walked in to a week crowd and a terrible pour bartendriss (barely a 4 count on a sideways pour of saphire n tonic in a 6 oz plastic cup – weak!). The deck man was doin fine with some broken beat but the party crew was trying to get ready for the headliner at this 10 year running jungle party by the Koncrete Jungle crew.
A-A-A all saw this woman come up and if our jaws didn’t drop upon site, after the first tech-step kick in we were jockin this female dj… The Serrano mixing put me off as far as skills go but she dropped some sick dnb cuts to move the floor and hard for the night…
The night winded down as we tried and failed three times to find a spot to eat until we ended up at French Roast on 6th for beers and some over done french food. I’m hoping that this spot comes through the next time, as this could be a good after hours food spot… but something tells me I’ve got drunk hopes…