Standard shenanigans
Sometimes
you just need a drink in the middle of the workday, which is why, yesterday
afternoon, I kidnapped Metromix’s professional leisurist Alie Ward from her
desk and dragged her to the Downtown Standard for an hour—OK, it was more
like three hours—of drunken photo booth fun. We ordered a
pineapple-vanilla-infused vodka martini, which the bartender dyed blue (it’s
the Metromix color) and garnished with five cherries because I hadn’t eaten
lunch. Voila, the results:
The Rooftop Bar was pretty hot too, with sneaker-clad, shaggy-haired kids sitting on the mod furniture with their silver Mac laptops and bottles of beer at 3 p.m. on a Thursday. WTF?!
Alie and I were pretty woozy when we realized, “Oh f-ck, we should probably get back to the office because we’re launching this print thing in a matter of days.” We sobered up and then as a prank, we thought it would be hilarious to pay the valet guy while I was still holding a glass that was a quarter full. He didn't even bat an eyelash—and then he actually pulled up my car!
Will rooftop bar ABH, above BondSt in Beverly Hills, be as funtastic? We’ll see when it finally opens next month.
—Alexandra Le Tellier
