World Trade Center
LAST WEEKENDS PARTY(s): Caution! This Could Get Ruff.

Summers in New York City are a blur as it is, but when you mix in the amazing nightlife scene and free alcohol, it’s like they never even existed. This weekend was no exception to that previous statement, because even as I’m typing this article I find myself remembering more and more from this amazing weekend that came and went way too fast.
I started weekend off at my seemingly new hangout The Annex for Ruff Club, which happens every Friday. The people and the scene are always great, and as one trendy person after the next files through the front corridor, you can’t help but get excited for the amazing DJ’s to crank up the volume and get the party going. However this Friday was different from the past. Our beloved women’s editor Kirby was celebrating her last night in the city before embarking on a month long vacation that has her back and fourth between Chicago, Los Angeles, and her home. So as Kirby, Hillary, Dez, myself, and our crew of trendy accomplices crowded around our table and bottles of vodka and champagne, there was feeling that we had to make this party a memorable (via photographs and text messages of course) one, and it did. The music was great, everyone was dancing, and the camera just kept on flashing, but when the time came, we all slowly filtered out of the club, each wandering our own paths home.

Saturday brought me a day of rest, as I tried to piece together the night before with my roommates and Hillary over brunch. It seemed that we all made it home in one piece, minus the one $200 Nike Dunk that some how made from my roommates foot, over the fence into the World Trade Center. As night fell it was time to saddle up again, so we headed out to our favorite local pub for cheap drinks. The place is so low key we usually have the whole place to ourselves, but as the drinks flow so do the invites we send to our friends, and before we knew it the place was pretty packed.

Sunday was rough. Some how the decision to go thrifting in Williamsburg was made, but the heat and the exhaustion left not only Hillary (as you can see above), but all of us in need for some AC and some good old cable TV (however I did score an amazing pair of boots for $25). A late night dinner before Entourage completed my weekend, and now I’m ready (I think) to tackle this week.
Be sure to check back this week, as there are a lot of events going on that I’ll be keeping you posted on! Thanks again to all the people at Ruff Club who keep the Fashion Indie crew happy, we love you to death! (Yes that means you Aaron). Be sure to check out the Ruff Club website for the calendar of wonderful events they are hosting, we’d love to see you out there!



