Last night, we braved the brisk autumn air for a downtown jaunt to Skylight (Hudson, between Broome and Spring) where we mingled with pretentious artsy types who feigned interest in everything from the high-ceilinged loft space to the delectable hors d’eouvres in order to give the (false) impression that the were there for some reason other than to pick up their complimentary Microsoft Zune.
And despite the fact that most of the event’s attendees looked like extras from the set of “Rent,” we overheard someone in line for the bar complain “My stylist told me I have a small forehead!” and a girl wearing a tin-foil colored hat had the audacity to loudly ridicule our plus-one’s innocuous ballet flats, we actually managed to have ourselves a pretty good time.
The highlight, however, was a tie between the amazing original artwork, the delectable lemon meringue tartines and the realization that all the partygoers fit into one of two categories: out of place media types (like ourselves!) and grown-up versions of the bitchy, artsy girls from high school (who totally could have been pretty if they didn’t spend so much time actively trying to make themselves look weird). A realization that was cemented later in the evening when we actually recognized one of our fellow guests as being the weird, artsy girl from our high school.
Who looked almost exactly as we remembered her (think Rachel Bilson meets Wednesday Adams) only she was no longer rocking the pierced septum that she’d acquired just in time for the senior yearbook pictures.
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