Champagne and Pomegranate Saketinis streamed in an endless flow at Ajna Bar last night. The Meatpacking District club, formerly Buddha Bar, hosted a private party for a hedge fund. I extended the invite to my friend Melissa, and we stepped into our little black dresses-- emerging from the arctic chill that January threatened at Manhattan.
Trays of tuna tartar, Asian meatballs, curried chicken, tenderloin and sushi laced the spaces between dancing couples and whispers in ears. The neon highlighted interior is quite stunning- complete with illuminated jelly fish tanks behind the bar keeps. Girls in feathered lingerie decorated platforms to the corner, as they danced, to perhaps the worst 80's mix of all time (DJ fill out his collection at a discount record shop?)
And somewhere in this hot mess, I offered this tweet: Champagne bathing. NYC is a small town. I know too many in this Jewish wine.
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