For someone who planned to do close to nothing this weekend, I sure went all out last night. Up until this point, I had never been out in Long Branch. Hell...until they built this chic, over-priced, horrible case of eminent domain luxury shop outdoor mall - Pier Village - Long Branch was nothing to write home about. Well, things change.
So I'm going out to this place called Avenue Nuit...whose website makes it look like a scene out of The Hills and I'm not gonna lie...I was pretty intimidated. Is there going to be an insane cover? Do I absolutely have to buy a bottle of Grey Goose for $400? Am I going to be underdressed? All of these things are running through my head as I'm on my way out.
Nevertheless...me and my trusty sidekick head out to Long Branch. We get there...it's absolutely freezing outside and we have to wait on line for a couple minutes. Still not sure why but that's not the point. We get in (NO COVER :) ) and we head up to this rooftop bar. Gorgeous. Absolutely the most beautiful place that I have ever seen. Half inside...half outside. The outside looks right onto the ocean...has a huge fire going, heat lamps...and a friggin' pool that is blocked off because no one should be swimming at a bar/lounge. Actually it was blocked off because it was freezing out.
Anyway, I'm rambling here just because this place was gorgeous. So I'll get to the point. The music is awesome. I'm dancing like everyone knows I would be dancing. Pulling off moves that I didn't know I had in me. It was a fantastic time. So we meet up with the people we'll meeting up with (crazy...I know) and these guys have just come from a wedding. We're all dancing like crazy. Now... I know the one guy from another friend's party and we are putting on quite the show. Pseudo 'battling' if you will. He dips me to the floor (which I love) and whatever..we're just having a great time.
Enter little Italian guy: So the third guy in the group gets up and he wants to dance with Erin. Ok super. He's 5'5...maybe 130 pounds. But I'm all for anything so let's go. Well, therein lies the problem. This guy tries to do the same thing that his friend just did with me and straight up drops me on the floor...and then proceeds to fall right on top of me. My initial reaction is to try to brace my fall with my left arm and I swear I thought I had broken my arm. This hurt so bad (and still does) and all the while I'm lying on the floor of this chic lounge and everyone is staring at me!!! Awful. Absolutely awful.
But...the good sport that I am I just get up and rub some ice on it and continue dancing. This guy was mortified but in all honesty I was not too happy with him. Nice guy but come on pal. I'm towering over you in my 4 inch knee high boots...and no light fare...what in God's name were you thinking?
It doesn't even end there....Later on in the evening we're still dancing and one of the other guys accidently bumps into my face. Now I'm thinking I have a fat lip. JESUS! No wonder I never go out to these trendy club/lounges. These people were beating the shit out of me!
Regardless of all of these injuries, I had an absolute blast. I would definitely go back to this place (preferably as soon as possible) and I wouldn't trade the injuries for the world. Especially because it caused probably one of the funniest comments to come out of my brother's mouth this morning when I'm telling him this story:
"Er...you go out with rich people and they beat the shit out of you."
He doesn't say much but when he does...it's usually gold.
Gotta ice my forearm. Enjoy this gorgeous day!
You should have said "rubbed some dirt on it" isn't that a movie line or something? Place does look nice though.
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