So here’s a little tale about my Friday night. It began innocently enough as a catch-up date with Rachel (aka freshman year roommate aka wife) at Epistrophy, a lovely Italian restaurant with a dish called burrata that will change your life.

Anyway, after dinner Rach and I were strolling down the street, when we notice a full on tanz-party explosion happening in a storefront. Posted on the door was a sign that said something like “Fuck Fashion Week” and inside these people were getting DOWN.

No sooner did I notice the sign, one reveler ushered us in, and next thing you know Rachel and I are taking shots of Patron and dancing and singing our lungs out to Queen with this group of awesome strangers!

More people came, more singing/ dancing followed, and I even managed to get a video post. Above are the only visible images I got of the evening: 1) Rachie holding the biz card of the location 2) Moi with party attendee/ dope dance partner Nadav

IMPROMPTU GOOD TIMES? TASHA SAY YEAH!!!