Spiewak Party, Serena, Sauntering Home

Leaving work, hitting the Dumpling Man in the East Village. Now there's nothing I like more than a good dumpling, but this place is way overrated. Thin covering, but just not that tasty, give me Evergreen's dim sum anytime. Very polite and good service, however, from the dumpling man himself.

A pair of girl friends and I, both named Lara, jump in a cab and head to the Spiewak anniversary party at Lansky's in the Lower East Side. We drive up to see a line that wraps around the block. One of the Lara's, sowing no fear, walks right up to the front like she owns the place. We give our names, and we're in. Not that exciting once we are there, though, except for the free drinks.

So we're gone from there and hit Serena's for a friend of a friend's bday party. It's getting late, and the two Lara's start to call it a night. They both say their goodbyes, but on her way out, Lara 2 (the one I've hooked up with) gets hit on, and she comes back in to chat with this guy, with nary an acknowledgement of my presence. Classy.