Westchester magazine (a magazine for those of us on the outskirts of New York City) has an article about the rivalry between suburban living vs. city living and which is better. I’m way too lazy to actually read the article so Rick and I did our own completely unscientific and highly questionable experiment.
Friday night, we went out in the suburbs. We went to a very delish Italian place which was filled with a lot of old people, which made us feel young!
And then this guy walked in head to toe in TEAL. Yes, even his shoes were teal. Of course, due to our extreme politeness, we couldn’t just snap a picture of him. But we were very crafty and pretended to take a photo of our friends Daryl and Mark, but REALLY we’re photographing fun teal guy.
I know. We should work as spies.
Is that some fun suburban shit or what?!
The next night, we have somehow swindled my parents into babysitting overnight for all four of the kids for the second time and we spend the night in the city.
Last time, we stayed at the super swanky Standard Hotel. This time, due to national economic conditions, we downgraded to the modest Washington Square hotel. They even have rooms as low as $125! If you’re okay with bunk beds and a shared bathroom which Rick definitely was not. That guy is such a prima donna. So we splurged for a double bed with our own bathroom.
After we checked in, we went to this East side restaurant called Beauty & Essex. You first walk in through a pawn shop and then another door leads to this gorgeous dining space. I love a place where you can sell your grandmother’s watch to pay for your mini lobster tacos!
Beauty & Essex is filled with lots of beautiful, young models which tragically made me feel short and old. But the food is divine and they serve complimentary champagne in the ladies room. Universal truth: Once you’re tipsy on ladies room champagne, you no longer care if you’re short and old!
Here we are….
That shirt is my Summer-2011-Going-Out-Top. Rick’s shirt is his I-Just-Found-It-In-My-Closet-And-Put-It-On top. After dinner, we went out to a couple hotel bars with our friend Jose…
Yes, Jose is obviously fun.
The next day, we did brunch and walked around the village and Soho. We even ran into this guy…
Obviously the unicolor look is sweeping the city too.
And then we headed home. (It seemed like the right thing to do since my dad had texted me the following message, “All the kids are wrapped in duct tape and locked in cellar.”)
So which is better… the suburbs or the city?
Obviously we love the suburbs because our beautiful children live there and they even made a “Welcome Home” sign for us which was ridiculously cute especially given we were only gone 19 hours. But we are picking the city by a slight edge because….
1. Free alcohol in ladies room
And 2. We witnessed numerous people wearing sunglasses at night who successfully pulled off this look.
I’m sorry but the suburbs just can’t compete with that.