A Night Out

I don't enjoy the New York nightlife all that often, but my classmates had a birthday party planned for all the October birthdays so I joined in.

On my way to the first location, I learned that you can wear absolutely anything on a Saturday night.  Leather pants, leather jacket, leather collar?  Sure.  Bright yellow leggings with pink shoes and blue hair?  That works.  Boots, jeans, no shirt, and a white/red candy-cane-striped top hat?  Apparently so.

I don't have a good picture of these people because generally people dislike strangers taking pictures of them.  Plus, these people are much more likely to be mentally unstable than the average normally dressed person.  I did capture one woman from behind.  She was dressed like some sort of noble from 500 years ago.

Some sort of medieval cape. 

After arriving, I spent a few hours trying red, green, black, and white tea.  It turns out they all taste roughly the same.  I'm not cut out to be a tea snob.  At least there was entertainment!

Belly dancer with a sword on her head!

Here is a video featuring some great belly dancing music.  It's too dark to really make out what is happening.

It sounds like snake-charmer music.

Then we headed off to a "club."  It's apparently a family restaurant by day and a fire hazard by night.  Basically, they fill the venue until each person is touching at least three others.  Then they roll out a red carpet and form a line.  If you're lucky, you can use the secret VIP door so you too can literally rub elbows with strangers.

When there are no chairs, find a giant pumpkin.

At 4am I was hungry, so we went to get Pakistani food.  I'm pretty sure the food in the display case was almost 24 hours old at that point, but it's surprising how good everything tastes that late.  I suppose Waffle House is still in business for that reason.