There’s a little weekend in all of us.
Your Perks: 1) Dinner and drinks for you and a date on a Midtown rooftop. 2) A VIP table for you and up to nine friends, around which you’ll dance and drink vodka. 3) Tennis lessons from pros on the city’s most coveted courts. Coveted indoor courts, that is.
wd~50’s closing. You’ve heard better news. But to soften the blow, they’re doing several nights of multicourse dinners, bringing back some old favorite dishes and having Thanksgiving, which includes a leftover sandwich to take home. They just (read: just) released the tickets. Might want to get on that.
Picture the usual onstage costume approach to burlesque. Now picture the level it needs to jump to for Halloween. Now absorb that Bobo is doing a full night of Halloween burlesque while you do a three-course dinner with chicken blanquette and white truffle. To keep things civilized.
Skeletons and roses: the two most commonly seen things on late-’80s/early-’90s rock tour T-shirts. But much more impactful when they’re part of your costume at No. 8’s Día de los Muertos festivities. Unless you’re just way into Axl.
There was a time before the Trattoria Il Mulino brunch with the burrata-topped french toast and the hangover pizzas and the margherita-pizza version of the Bloody Mary. But you don’t want to remember it.
Projections. Performance art. Two dance floors. Four levels. Some pretty magnificent puns. These are the things happening at the Museum of Sex’s new weekly party. And that’s all just so much better than if it were at the Met.
