There are so many reasons to love NYC.

Perhaps my favorite reason for loving New York is that you never know where its going to take you. This was the theme of the movie Nick & Nora’s Infinite Playlist which premiered last night at Sunshine Theatre on Houston Street. An event Andrew, Laucus and I accidently crashed.

We didn’t intend to see that particular film, we wanted to see CHOKE. Much to Laucus’ dismay, GEN ARTS was hosting the film premiere, shutting down all of the other film options for a few hours. Not wanting to wait around for another two hours for CHOKE to start again, we chatted up the door people for a moment. They ushered us in and we all got cozy in the back of the theater as the director Peter Sollett thanked everyone for coming out.

The best part of the film was that New York City as it’s backdrop (oh, and it was free). Otherwise it was not the inspiring teen movie of yesteryear. In a time of oversexualized and glamorized Gossip Girl, and unrealistic and coma inducing 90210

please stand by for a small rant by Ms. Contreras:

And by the way, seriously- do they only have one black person cast on each of those shows? And is one of them supposed to be adopted by a white family? What is this Webster meets Different Strokes!?

And now back to our regularly scheduled programing:

there is a longing for a more inspiring whimsical look at the life of a teenager. I believe Nick & Nora was looking to be that tonic, however with its forced random adventures, it’s weak plot line, and it’s dated views of gay boys (yes, it’s cool Mr. Sollett that you made them indie rock kids, but saying “we’re gay” “did you know were gay?” THEN having them have BRA’S in their van? BRAS?  THEN having them all go to an all gay male Christmas cabaret view..I get it…your trying to tell us their gay. Please stop with the stereotypes it’s 2008).

In the voice of two other gay characters portrayed by David Alan Grier as Antoine Merriwether and Damon Wayans as Blaine Edwards doing a Men On Films, “HATED IT!” Is how I felt about the film. Sorry Michael Cera, I do so love you.

With Laucus in near nervous breakdown mode (he wanted to see intellectual film, he didn’t know he was going to get Cotton candy on the screen) he jetted, while Andrew and I headed over to the GEN ARTS after party to crasher their open Gin Bar.
While we were there we meet a few friendly folks, including infamous paparazzo Steve Sands (who has shot everyone in the business from Deniro to Paltrow). After he showed me how to pose for the camera (of all nights to have my glasses on! DAMN!) he asked if he could tag along with Andrew and I for the NYLON party at the newest (newest) hotspot on the Lower East Side CHLOE (on Ludlow by Broome).

CHLOE is supposedly the new Beatrice. Well, I don’t know about that (it seemed more like Schiller’s meets Smith & Mills), but it was a cute vibe, adorable people who didn’t seem to be that interested in dancing. Andrew and I of course remedied that by kicking off the dance party. They next thing you know, there was brake dancing on the floor (the door guy stopped it). Steve noticed that one of the AS FOUR guys were there (now Three as Four). So Steve declared it a hipspot.  I declared that it was in my hood, but still prefer The Johnsons cheap drinks and laid back vibe. Everyone seemed a little too on display for me at CHLOE (even though I thought the door guys were as sweet as sugar).

It was one of those perfect NYC nights.