Contrary to popular belief, Sunday nights are the best nights to party! Sure, most partygoers are looking to hit up the clubs on Friday and Saturdays, but that's when all the tourists and bridge and tunnel people come out and we don't want none of that!  

Yea, yea, as a NJ resident, I'm one of those so-called bridge and tunnel people--but I sure don't act like it! I'm not a prissy guido's girlfriend, a maniac on the dance floor or a b*tch to the bouncers. And I'm not definitely not the kind of chick to hit up the scene on a Saturday night.  Sundays with the locals are just so much better.  

Ever been to One on a Sunday night? It's the best club in town!  Men in Versace, girls in stilettos, soft lights, cozy booths, nice beats and champagne galore! There's a reason NY Mag calls it de rigeur for the Meatpacking District.  

Unfortunately, that' s not where I was Sunday night.  Instead, a friend decided to drag me along to Hotel Gansevoort's Garden of Ono.  It was definitely way unexpected.

First, my guy friend and I met up with his boyfriend and dipped into dinner at Art Bar, a semi-chill, semi-cheesy dive bar in the West Village.  Perfect pre-game spot and I got to tell my friend that his boyfriend was acceptable by my standards.  He wanted to make sure his new beau had his best friend's approval.  

I was informed by my oh-so-knowledgeable friend that Garden of Ono, the lounge located by Meatpacking's prime Hotel Gansevoort, was THE place to be tonight.  His friends were all going to be there and we needed to be there, too.  And so we went.   

Lots of beautiful boys in muscle tees and polo shirts.  Lots of eye candy.  So far so good! Sitting in a booth and sippin some tequila, I noticed boys and boys and more and more boys! Something was a bit fishy here.  Only a few well-coifed girls in sight!

Don't get me wrong, I don't mind a room full of hotties.  But it just never happens--unless--

Yup, you guessed it.  My guy friend and his gay friend had taken me to the local Sunday night party--for the boys who like boys! 

Lucky for me, I got to scan the room for sweeties without worrying about the skeevies.  I surveyed the scene.  There were some great dressers--and no fuglies hitting on me!! I sipped my paid-for drinks (thank god for fun boys with good jobs!) and chatted up some of those locals--who were more into each other then they were into me. 

It was a great night!