An Epic Girl's Night Out

Part 3:
So while we were at the reception for the Today Show wedding, we became good friends with the bartenders and owner of Hudson Terrace. According to them, the Terrace transforms into a totally different place on a Friday night than what we saw with the Today Show set up. It just happened that my friend Amie and Anna's last night in the city was Friday, convenient Huh? Well, long story short... we ended up with a dinner reservation for the three of us at the owner's tapas bar in the Flatiron District. We had our evening planned out for us, compliments of the owner of Hudson Terrace, Michael, starting at the tapas bar and ending at Hudson Terrace.

As we got ready, we came to the conclusion that tonight could be turn into one of two things: 1. a tragic disaster, and we would likely be the next Dateline story: Dumb Midwestern girls trust a stranger with their evening plans in NYC or.... 2. the best night of our lives

After we got all dolled up, I packed my police strength mace in my clutch and we were off to our dinner reservations... hopefully. Sure enough we walk into the front door of the tapas bar, greeted by name and ushered to our table. (sweet!) Then the manager brings by glasses of wine, on the house. (super sweet!) We ordered our wonderful meal and began to enjoy ourselves. After being waited on hand and foot, we politely asked for our bill to be informed that "we don't need to worry about it, its been taken care of" (SERIOUSLY??) Then we were handed drink tickets ( which I gathered were kind of like food stamps for alcoholic beverages) for the bar next door (also owned by our new generous friend.) Let the party continue

Before we headed next door, in walks the owner. We all head next door together. We walked in, and to my right is a sign on a table saying "Reserved for Amie" .. yeah, we are "Amie" .. that's us. Anna and I secretly just wanted to sit at our super cool reserved table, but we were too cool for even that. We were all hanging out in the back part of the bar.

A little while later, I was then tapped on the shoulder. I turn around and there are 2 Australian men staring at me. One man finally speaks, in his accent, "Don't you know who my friend is? Don't you recognize him?" ummm... "No, Should I?" Apparently my response was offensive to both, but neither would reveal there apparent celebrity status names to me. Maybe I met an Australian celeb that night, but odds are, most likely not.

Before we could head to Hudson Terrace, we had to make two more stops to two more bars that he owned and wanted to show us. (Great....more water please??) Both places were pretty cool, and we were treated like celebrities everywhere we went. Amie even had a security guard walk her to the bathroom. That just doesn't happen everyday.

Finally we made it to Hudson Terrace. The quiet street we were on the day before was now lined with people waiting to get in. We (of course) walked right up were let in.... Ok, so maybe Michael walked us up and let us in.. minor detail. We all got in the elevator to see the cute elevator man, who worked the wedding, recognized us and greeted us like old friends. The door opens and MAYHEM. The bartenders were not kidding. This place was crazy. We followed Michael to his corner and at the table were bottles of champagne and Vision Vodka. THIS ladies and gentlemen is how you do a night out in New York City. I think the phrase "Is this really happening?" came up multiple times in the evening. Anna and I worked our way to the other side of the club to use the restroom and saw our bartender friends from the Today show wedding. When they saw us they flipped out. "I can't believe you came back" "OMG how are you?" like we had been long lost friends... Nope, I uh met you yesterday, but sweet. The night continued to just be incredible, at one point in time we were all three behind the bar with the bartenders, just hanging out because we were such great friends.. ha ha ha. and I don't really think that the 36 people wanting drinks from them appreciated it.  When we decided that we were done for the night, we had our body guards take us out the VIP exit, hail us a cab and the night was over.

"Did that really happen?" was repeated about 57 times the next morning and the answer was yes.. yes it did.. and all we paid for was a taxi.

And that ladies and gentlemen was the most incredible week of my NYC adventures to date. I couldn't make this stuff up, I sware.