OK, BYE.

Brian Drake pictured outside of Bemelmans Bar, sometime around 12:25am, courtesy of a cheap iPhone and lots of libation.

Of course you were there.
In my defense, the Baccarat bar pulled last call at 11:30 so this was my only option, as NYC is totally the city that sleeps now. I made the best of it. Take a dash of undone formal wear, mix with a heavy dose of aged, Xanax-ridden, Upper East Siders screaming Tiny Dancer and Sweet Caroline to the house band, and mix with young GenZ girls exploring their trust fund and you have a night at the Carlyle. All the same yet different than so many times I have been here before. Jennifer, Izzy and Christina, you were entertaining. I may be done with LA.