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APT Supper Club and Superchumbo

Over the weekend I celebrated yet again, another year of life. Living out in NYC, increasingly I hear less and less from the friends I was close to in CA and more from those in close proximity. This is only natural as people grow closer to those they frequently hang around with (despite all my social network comments and wall posts) and unless you proactive try to keep up with your distant friends, that friendship will eventually also grow distant.

Last year was a typical gather the boys n girls, warm up at the house, head out to a few bars and toast. However, this year I wanted to turn it up to 11. We org’d another house party and this time threw together a last minute theme of “APT Supper Club”. If you’re not familiar with Supper Clubs then you probably haven’t been around since before the 30’s or you just aren’t aware of the smoldering craze for exclusive supper dinners in remote, private or secret venues featuring top chefs with multi-course gourmet meals. With some diligent research you can find one in your area with a web presence (the Austin, Texas–based Supper Underground (supperunderground.com), Seattle-based Caché (cacheseattle.com), and Ghetto Gourmet, with mailing lists in 13 cities (theghet.com)

Our menu for the evening was:
Snacks: 7 Spiced Nuts
Start: Baked Brie with Apricots and Almonds
1st Course: Hearts of Palm with Prosciutto salad
Main Course: Sweet n Spicy Sausage & Ham Stromboli
Desert: Port-Poached Pears and of course my Milk Hotter than Alessandra Ambrosio Birthday” cake.
Cocktail: Purple Panties, along with full top shelf bar

Music: DJ selection from Austin Vegas

After the party we took it out to Pacha and the side club Pachita. Here’s some pics from both:

Pachita Party
Tom Stephan aka Superchumbo at Pacha

Thanks Randy and Riza for the VIP hook ups at all three levels. Great time!!!!

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Open Champagne like a Pirate

I know everyone loves a little celebratory bubbly; from Dom Pérignon, Krug, Cristal, or the elite Clos du Mesnil, but there are several ways to start this party. Of course there’s a standard way to open the bottle, a wrong way and the impressive way: Decapitate the top with sword play.

Now I know not everyone can brings their sabers to the club to impress the ladies, but at a home party (preferably with lots of room, unlike Manhattan), you too can say, I’ve got an impressive “skill to show with my sword”, in public with a straight face. Here’s your instructions, should you choose to accept them (from UD).

1. DISROBE YOUR BUBBLY: Take your well-chilled bottle of champagne and remove both the foil and the wire cage covering the cork (as you probably know, it’s essential the bottle be well-chilled to avoid leakage, foaming and premature cork-popping).

2. LOCATE YOUR TARGET: Locate one of the two vertical seams running up the side of the bottle. Where the seam meets the lower lip of the bottle is the point at which you’ll aim.

3. CONTROL YOUR SABER: Grip the bottle firmly around the base. Point the bottle at a 30-45 degree angle away from all people, windows and, obviously, flat screen TVs. Now take your saber, samurai sword or the back edge of a chef’s knife and lay the blade flat, just below the lip at the weak spot.

4. MOMENT OF TRUTH: Draw the sword back along the seam and then swing with full force away from your body, upward and into the bottom of the lip. Don’t forget to follow through (as with any sport, see the cork popping, be the ball). To minimize spillage, turn the bottle upright immediately afterward.

5. VICTORY: If done right, the cork and bottle top will thrust several feet into the air, and you will lose no more than an ounce of your champagne. And you will be a hero.

Of course, as with anything, practice, practice practice to be top notch in this event.

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The Afterparty

SF had an amazing afterparty culture. When SF kids go out they don’t expect to get home until dawn. I have known many girls that keep a change of clothes in their trunk in case they have to go straight to work the next day. The best afterparties don’t come with a flyer. They’re like one night stands (there’s dirty dishes in the sink and someone’s apologizing for the mess while they’re looking for alcohol). You know there’s a good chance the afterparty is going to be good if you’re in a carpool of 5 cars following each other and there’s less and less tall buildings outside and more and more trees. You shouldn’t leave a club early to go to an after party; the afterparty needs to be rubbing against the complete end of the last party that you squeezed every drop out of. That is the proper energy to bring to an afterparty. But, I don’t like to outlast afterparties, I like them to outlast me. I like to leave before it ends thinking that I may be missing something and reading my txts the next day to hear what happened…