I agreed to go to a fancy Halloween party at Tavern on the Green in Central Park with my friend, Giovanna. Because Iím not very creative when it comes to costumes (not to mention the fact that the lines were out the door at all the Halloween shops), I decided to buy a $10 costume that came with lady-bug wings and a headband since I already had a red dress that I could wear with it hanging in my closet.
When we arrived at the party, the lines were out the door, the cover charge was outrageous, and it was so crowded you couldnít even get a drink. We decided to bail and make our way past the velvet ropes at the ultra-trendy, model-filled Tenjune in the meatpacking district. The d.j. was killer, but two rum and cokes came to a whopping $44. Definitely not my idea of a good time. I think Iíd rather stay home curled up with a good book than deal with the drunken masses that are inevitably out on big party nights. Wow, I am getting old. And you know what? I donít even care!