And now, for the ridiculously fun weekend recap. Friday night, after a trip to the spa for a little microdermabrasion (I know it's froofy, but my skin felt soooo soft the next day), I met up with a fairly significant posse from the beach house. Chip had friends who were having a rooftop party in Hell's Kitchen, so after a quick taco at Tulcingo Del Valle, we headed on up and enjoyed the view. In line with my small world issues, within five minutes of chatting to the one non-beach-house person I spoke to that night, I discovered that we knew three people in common (I'm telling you -- I know everybody).
Saturday was brunch at Home with some of the fabulous ladies from the beach house (we can't get enough of each other), then off on a wild adventure in the Rockaways with Alizinha. Through the magic of the interweb, she and I were invited to a party by the Gurgling Cod and his wife, the Cinetrix. They were coming down from Beantown just for the occasion -- a birthday party and a pig roast (that's two pig roasts this month, if anyone's counting). My friend Rick of Rick's Picks was there as well (bearing his Windy City Wassabeans -- yum). After a very, very long ride on the A train, we made it out to Rockaway Beach and had a grand old time: wading in the ocean, playing darts, drinking pina coladas, eating well, and meeting new people. Thanks to Jen (the birthday girl) and Rob, our very generous hosts. In organizing our ride back home, I somehow managed to convince one of the partygoers to come with me to Williamsburg, where I was to meet up with the Lovely Miss Katie for yet another rooftop soiree. After a ridiculously long car ride and finding the right address on the wrong street, Tom and I wound up at the Levee instead. We were joined by Manhattan Transfer (thanks, Dodgeball!), and lazily decided to stay put rather than track Miss Katie's party.
But the next day, it was rise and shine and back out to Brooklyn, this time for the blue crab festival at Bar Minnow, where the Lovely Miss Katie, Nikki, Scott, Mike, Rob and I gorged ourselves and made quite a mess. Instead of subjecting people on the subway to our crustacean-spattered selves, we opted to air out at the Gate and the Patio Lounge, enjoying some of Park Slope's finer outdoor establishments, perfect for an afternoon beer, a pitcher of sangria, and plenty of good company and hysterical laughter. Pictures from the Rockaway Beach party and other random pics are here.
As if all that wasn't enough, we ended up on Scott's roof making grilled chicken tacos with grilled pineapple salsa, and finished up the evening watching Adam Perry Lang make his Iron Chef debut. When I finally made it home, I slept like a baby.
After this weekend's food festivities, I took advantage of the one-week pass to Equinox that I was given at my new job and went to a spin class after work, which kicked my ass all over the place. Did I really do that several days a week at 6:30 am at one point in my life in the not-so-distant past? Sheesh.