Day 3: The Day I went clubbing

Perris went to get bagels for breakfast at the local bagel shop, and bought 1 POUND of cream cheese to go with it.  They swindled him.

We took the train to check for more Broadway ticket possibilities but to no avail.  So we waited for Beau and ended up taking more trains (and seeing my first train rat--it was disgusting and black, and we also ventured a little further into the ghetto than I was anticipating...) to meet him to see Pratt Institute, where he attends art school.  We ate lunch at "Choice Market"and then got the grand tour of Pratt.  It is a beautiful campus.

 I'm pretending to shoot Beau with the Cannon.  I love that Beaumont.

 I was always a really good pupil.

 I really loved these doors.  Yellow is my favorite color.

Some sculptures around campus.  After this we ventured toward Chinatown for some delicious dumplings from "Prosperity Dumplings", which were very good.  They were like $1 for 5 dumplings!!  And there were about 8 women cooking in this tiny kitchen (my picture is not doing this justice).  We then went to infamous Canal street to barter us some NYC tshirts.  We did pretty well.  All this talk of "It's licensed" so we can't lower the price--ridiculous.  Please.  Then Beau had to take us to Soho (which means South of Houston St, which is said "House-ton" not like the TX city) and Per's fave store was All Saints.  Never done heard of that!  But I did take pictures of the millions of OLD singer sewing machines they had everywhere for my Mother.

  

Walked past the Flatiron building on our way to Fishs Eddy--the ONE store I knew I would love before I had ever been.  And love it, I did!!  We got some great bowls and stuff.  Then we were off to Beau's old work, Corsino Italian Restaurant, to meet Ben PLUS the Monsons for a lovely dinner (of which I have no documentation).  

Some of us were still hungry after Corsino, so we checked out the Dirty Bird and had some delicious chicken tenders!  Ben was our guide, as Beau had to head into work straight from dinner.  Beau works as a bartender at a very upscale club called, LeBain.  Meaning "the Bath".  It is the top of the Standard Hotel in Meatpacking district.  Of course he wanted to give us a tour of the club, too, so after the Dirty Bird I got my ID out and for the first time in my entire life (and I'm pretty sure the last), I went into a club.  I've never been a booty shaker.  I know.  Shocking.

 Waiting in the hotel lobby for the right time to enter.  These Mommas were already beyond tired before our clubbing adventure.  (Which lasted possibly 20-25 minutes.  Beau's like "I don't imagine you'll stay very long.  I mean, you really don't have a reason to."  To which I said, "CORRECT, Beaumont, CORRECT.")  These wrist stamps are our proof we are still party animals after 4 years of wedded bliss.  Haha if only you could have seen our faces along with our wrists you would have seen the droopy eyes and straight faces ready for BED.