New York Nights: Weekend in Reverse

Sunsets in the city are about more than just aesthetics. Sure, watching sun puncture clouds and reflect off chrome and steel is a pretty sight to see. There is something very romantic about pink and orange slicing through the sky as it shifts from blue to gray to black, like abstract watercolors on the world's largest canvas.

Yup. Sunsets are pretty. It's why people ask for seats by the window and couples get married at dusk. But when the sun disappears in the city, there's more than just a change from light to dark. There's a shift in energy that is pervasive and palpable.

In some towns, nightfall equals goodnight kisses and bedtime stories. In New York City, it means the party's just getting started. Where else can you find people playing chess, reading tarot cards, and throwing beachballs in a public park at midnight?

Saturday Night: Dinner and drinks on the Bowery

It's Fashion Week in New York, and tons of stylists, shoppers, editors and bloggers cruised into town to attend conferences, network, and of course, scoop up a new pair of shoes. This Saturday, I found myself invited to a networking dinner and outing with a passionate and extremely well-dressed group of fashion bloggers.

They wore pretty dresses and shiny shirts.  There were hats and bows and layered bracelets that went clink-clink when cell phones and cameras were put to use. There were designer handbags and vintage belts. There was leather and silk and sequins. There were heels. Lots and lots of heels.

And then there was me.

At a bar called Von with Karlis from Spicy Candy DC and Lynzy who writes From Skirts to Skillets. I'm the gal in the middle, wearing something any fashion blogger would be happy to sport on a weeknight trip to Target. I had a really great time, and it was fun to step out of my comfort zone and go out with a group of ten total strangers.

Flashback to Friday Night:  
When Andi of Tights and Bites asked if I'd attended any of the Fashion's Night Out events the night prior, I had to giggle when I told her how I'd spent my Friday.

When you're with a man whose culinary ambition is to try and find the best burger in the city, your Friday night can be considerably less glamorous than an evening out with the girls. For round one, we hit up Five Guys in Queens, where they use enormous bags of potatoes as decor.

We left when the indigestion kicked in, then took a quick lap around the Home Depot across the street. The things I do for love.

This weekend was the perfect blend of grease and glitz. Wonder where the night will take me next weekend...