Last week I attended the most incredible bbq I had attended since that Harvard Class of 1996 bbq I went to with A like 2 years ago. This one was hosted by G and her friend R, who sent out the following email that previewed this event:
I know we’re all thinking that this is just throw a patty on a bun and call it a day. This is not the case. There will be booze and food provided. Take a look- YUMMMMM!
?!?!?!?!!?!??!!?!?!?! Wait did we graduate in 1996 or 2006, who our age throws a party like this?!?! It had to be a tease. I figured maybe G had just recently gotten into cooking or something and she was over-ambitiously deciding to generously cook a huge feast for all her friends. Roommate M and I showed up promptly at 8pm to find out the real deal and stopped by a bodega beforehand to pick up some pepto in prep for the big night and a 6-pack of Bud Light to be courteous guests. When we arrived we were perplexed by what looked like a humongous one bedroom apartment with a spiral staircase that led to what appeared to be… YUP yup it was, this guy R had his own huge rooftop with a flat screen TV and nice comfy couches set up on the deck. I immediately then see G who is ecstatic to see us, and we hand her the Bud Light contribution like the good guests we are. “Awww you didn’t have to! We have an entire full bar silly!” G points here, here and here to three corners of the roof deck where there are uniformed bartenders with a full open bar, and in the fourth corner, a grille with an actual chef. http://www.fortunecity.com/lavendar/poitier/135/freebies.wav
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I couldn’t believe it. WHAT WAS THIS?!?! M and I immediately run over to the bar where they were serving the most amazing drinks – some lemonade blueberry vodka thing and a sweet tea vodka drink. I hadn’t really been into blueberry drinks since junior year of college with my Daedalus blueberry mojitos phase but this drink was out of control. M and I were so absorbed in the drinks that we almost didn’t notice the incredibly good looking crowd around us, including one of my old last-year flings which was awk. M and I spent the rest of the night shuttling back and forth from the bar to the grille where I continuously munched on pulled pork sliders, regular sliders, grilled shrimp, seared tuna, etc etc. I’ll just say thank god for the pepto. Before I knew it, I completely lost track of time and woke up to find myself somehow in a cab going back home with multiple missed calls from various people. I definitely puked up some remnant seared tunas the next morning, but it was all worth it.
Poverexic in NYC 