There should be a name for when your friends abduct you and take you to a place called The Cage. I mean...seriously? I wish I could say it's a great place. Maybe it is on a Friday night, but it's more likely that places like these make me so relieved I live in NYC!
Now I know what you are thinking, that's the same shirt I wore at Market Table. It's so NOT. Look at the polo ponies...different colors! A ha! 
Moi, Jeff and Ray as the Memorial Day evening cook out on Jeff's awesome rooftop deck came to a close.
Jason and Nana.
Arden and moi pre-sundown. And pre-500 drinks. On a school night. For proof, notice turned in collar which is the direct result of drunkenly putting on a shirt. This preceeded the drunken scavenging for 1,000 M&Ms which I dropped on Jeff's floor. Whoops!
I really hate this place. Too many pricks throwing shade left and right. And like the High Bar mess...drinks are $14. Friends just don;t let friends do that.
Strolling along the Village Promenade after a few glasses of greek wine in the sunshine. Ahhhh.
