By the time we got to the LES, whatever party we were supposed to have been attending, had long since ended. So instead we made friends with a bearded, black cowboy...
Right as we were leaving the restaurant (at 2am!), a white Cadillac strech-limo (that looked like it had just driven to Manhattan FROM THE 80s), pulled up to the curb and asked us if we wanted a ride! Out of habit, I waved him away with my hand, but Matt was intrigued and asked "How much to go to the Lower East Side?"
I missed out on the finer points of the negotiation (me = totally wasted, remember?), but the next thing I know, Matt's grinning from ear to ear and waving us all into the back of the limo.
Keep in mind that this is kind of a fancy restaurant! At first we were a little worried that we were going to get "spoken to" by the staff. But I think after having to deal with uppity customers all night, the waitstaff got a genuine kick out of us. Because every time we finished a bottle of sake (in the classiest of ways)...
