new adventures with jay-z

Before I get to the Jay-Z part, I'll set the background for the outrageously fun-filled weekend I had in New York. Although I've been avoiding returning to New York until my leave comes to an end, I couldn't miss Rachel's bachelorette party. Not only did I want to participate in the most important milestone in Rachel's last days of singlehood, but I couldn't wait to catch up with all of my friends, whom I've been dying to see since I left New York in March.

The day couldn't have started out any better. After waking up to a cloudless sky, we were treated to massages and facials by the Westhampton Day Spa. Although my facialist was a little aloof, e.g., incessantly rubbed the same spots on my cheeks and completely neglected my forehead (I know, the injustice!), I was still able to luxuriate in the pampering and came away with glowing skin. The bride-to-be, pictured below, decided on a massage.


After hanging out by the pool for a bit, we got "treated" to our first surprise of the day: the awkward bellydancer. Take a look for yourself.



Despite her inability to bring sexy back with the hair twirling head gyration move, we had a great time learning some bellydancing basics, which would come in handy later that night. Before we got our own moves on, however, we headed out to Southampton for dinner at 75 Main. Here's a photo of me with Jen and Rachel B at dinner.


Our first dessert was chocolate chip cookies and brownies shaped like mini-cupcakes. I really could have eaten the entire plate, but I held back in anticipation of our next treat ...


... the stripper! Now this wasn't just any stripper. This was a stripper in a restaurant! And he was only 19! And wearing boxer briefs (most likely bought by his mom)! Rachel liked him so much he had to wrest her hands off of his chest, as you can see here. (Hehe, you know that's what happened, Rach!)


As if we hadn't had enough excitement or stimulation for the day, we hopped into our limo to make our way out to Dune in Southampton. I'll skip the part about how the doormen put us into the rejects line and told us that we had a snowball's chance in hell of getting into the club that night. The important part is that we got in, as shown below.


For the next four hours, we danced the night away and did our best to act nonchalant with the crazy number of A-list celebs we saw that night, including Jay-Z, Leonardo DiCaprio, Kid Rock, Benji Madden, and Sophie Monk. Where were you, Perez Hilton?! Despite our best efforts to snag a ride with Jay-Z in his Bentley, we went back to Rachel's house and stumbled into bed. I fell asleep not only of visions of Leo in my head, but, more importantly, thinking how much I love New York and my friends. I can't wait to see all of you again at the wedding!