Happy hour at Hotel QT usually involves donning a two piece bathing suit and swimming to the bar for a cocktail.

So when my friend Will sent me an invite that he was DJing and there was an open bar, I thought:

‘to swim or not to swim’ I chose the former, but I brought a gang of girls with me to enjoy the open bar.

I think there is something dangerous about an open bar and two dozen pool swimming New Yorkers, but everyone looked like they were keeping themselves in check. The music was banging, but the drinks where something less to be desired. When you’re willing to pay for a $14 dirty martini over the free booze you know that the swag is less then desirable. The open bar was ‘Honey’ Vodka. Something that seems delicious in theory, but tastes much the way licking the back of a band-aid tastes. However it was no surprise to me that people still lined up to take full advantage of the open bar. Ordering drink after free drink.

My cousin was once again flocked by a bunch of men spilling less than stellar lines, “Yeah, I’m in the music business. So you know, I’m pretty connected if you need any tickets to concerts….”

Little did these men know that my cousin’s phone overflows with numbers from the who’s who in the R&B business to NBA vip players numbers. She ain’t buying what your selling buddy.

The hotel its self is cozy, warm, and lovely. The happy hour was truly that, the crowd was cute, music was great, maybe next I will actually bring my bathing suit.