If you work from 9:00 am to 5:00 pm in a cubicle about the size of your bed, chances are you need a saving grace. In New York (and I’m sure other parts of the world), the saving grace is Happy Hour. Man, I love the HH. It’s one of those things that really captures the essence of New York — different in every venue and a drink for everyone.
But whether you schedule a HH with your office three weeks down as my co-workers and I tend to do — we actually make an appt in Outlook Calendars and scrawl a huge HH in marker on the office calendar — or have set up an impromptu meeting via Facebook chat with a friend who works across midtown, there’s always the question: where should we go?
Monday of this week it was The Ace Hotel, as chosen by AB (of A-to-B). AB, L (of Cubicle Chic), and AdentroStyle (of AdentroStyle) all tweeted to meet each other at The Ace Hotel bar at 6:00 pm. On the sidelines I’d Gchatted M (also of CC) and confirmed that she would be in attendance as well. But, as they say, the best laid plans…L got stuck at the office, and AdentroStyle popped in for a hot second to say hello before running downtown to a lecture at FIT he’d been invited to. So AB and I went to the bar to wait for M, who arrived moments later.
Am I losing you in all the initials? AB, M, me, The Ace Hotel. Fabulous.
AB loves The Ace, and it’s easy to see why. Dimly lit for that intimate vibe, but spacious enough to hold a sizable number of clientele, The Ace creates a chill atmosphere for the upscale, slightly-hipster, after-work crowd.
Monday is an odd day of the week to meet for HH. I, for one, usually have rehearsal from 7-10, so it’s not even an option. Plus, the week has only just begun, so what is there to celebrate/complain about/discuss? Except in New York (and probably other parts of the world) we don’t necessarily need an arm-twisting to get us to go to the bar. Socializing and networking is kind of what we do. In this case, it was all about catching up. M had to show off her fabulous “tan”, and AB had to tell us about her boy and how, being a Cali girl, she was sick of winter.
One thing I love about HH is you can schedule people in shifts. I’d told G & JK that I would be at The Ace already, and that they should stop by when they were off work, so G rearranged her evening gym schedule to come down and meet us.
The other thing I love about HH in New York is that you can run in to anyone. Literally, anyone. Upon arrival, G hung her bags and coat on the hooks beneath the bar (brownie points for those, btw) and excused herself to the ladies’ room to freshen up. A few minutes later she reappeared, leaned in, and told us quietly, Alec Baldwin just walked in.
Of course, it wasn’t actually Alec Baldwin. I have the uncanny fortune to never see any celebrities so as I turned around and came face to face with Alec Baldwin, I knew it couldn’t be him. Definitely a look-alike though! We may or may not have surreptitiously taken his photo and pretended it really was Alec.
I’m not usually a big celebrity stalker, or one to flip out because of them, but I might try to shake Alec’s hand if he were in the same room as me. Just sayin’.
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