Night of 1000 penises

Last night was Shani’s state-side hen night. Our crowd is not terribly traditional. Therefore we turned the bachelorette paradigm on its head and invited guys to the festivities. Things started off at Rick’s apartment, where we had drinks and some laughs. When I was planning the party, Shani requested that we go out dancing. Sounds simple, but I had some agita over this… as stated in the NY Times today, “going out dancing these days is akin to directing a strategic assault in the name of fun.” We headed to Purple. Everyone got in, and we danced into the wee small hours with minimal drama.

Spotted: Isaac Mizrahi walking on lower 5th Ave. Sat. afternoon.