The first to thing to hit you as you entered NA - the latest incarnation of the 80's hotspot Nelly's - was the cigarette smoke. Bloomberg be damned, maybe the 80's are back. And if greed is good, B-listers are even better.
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The fashion week party was reportedly sponsored by the omnipresent Patrick McMullan. And as with all things open bar, the social riff-raff (including yours truly) were out in force.
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Sure, there was the smattering of obligatory models and beautiful people, but then again there was Casey Fischerspooner, apparently hot off a burglary of Adam Ant's wardrobe.
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For the adventurous (and who isn't when the liquor is free) who went downstairs, the place stunk of fresh paint and even more cigarette smoke. The heady mix harkened back to days of puffing your mom's Pall Malls and huffing WD-40 in your friend's basement.
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All of which went a long way to explaining the high schoolers making merry downstairs. And if staying out until 2am on a school night wasn't enough for them, getting served without so much as a wink and groping 40-yr old women on the dance floor probably was.
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A return above ground yielded the always eager to please Nash Sisters. Apparently they starred (in the loosest sense of the word) on the MetroTV reality series "Single In The Hamptons". Sadly, it looked as if they were still single.
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As things started to wane and the free bar closed, we decided to hit the bricks but ran smack into B-list pay dirt: the incredibly (un)elusive Fabian Basabe. Never one to play shy, he had the tallest, leggiest blonde (think Ann Coulter if she ever wore jeans) straddling his waist as he flung her wildly around the dance area. Classy.
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