Partiee bus 4 my Uncle's 50th !!
Sunday, March 7, 2010 at 12:08AM 
My Uncle, Cesare. BIRTHDAY BOY!
Last night I rode a partiee bus for my uncle's surprise 50th birthday party. The idea was to take this sort of "party bus" from the Upper West Side all the way to a restaurant in Cooney Island. My aunt said she was inspired by the article in the New York Times the other week- which said that party buses were the new cool thing. Additionally, as my uncle is a swanky chef, and there are no swanky restaurants in Cooney Island (assumedly) I was in complete WTF mode. Plus, I knew exactly what this so called "party bus" was because, HELLO, I grew up taking them to just about every quasi far location that required pre-ordered tickets, reservations, or RSVPs back in high school.
Parents were in town and met me uptown. Everyone was in fancy wear, more or less. I was in my metallic pink docs and signature hat... straight from work, ready to pass out. Luckily for me, there were buckets and buckets of champagne awaiting everyone. Also lucky for me, the bus ride took over an hour. Everyone was completely trashed before we got there. Even BETTER, I was by far the youngest person there... everyone else was between the ages of 35-80, but mostly 50s. I got to be THAT girl, but in a totally awesome kind of way. It was even more fun because not only did I actually belong since I was family, people were kind of schmoozing with me. Plus, upon saying I attend the New School, I was immediately told, "Oh, so you're an artist." Which, albiet an understandable response, I found quite amusing. Regardless, I took it for what it was & continued with the infinite champagne.
The restaurant, Tatiana's, was actually in Brighton Beach and can only be described as what I would call a Russian nightclub/restaurant/crazyville. We had three large tables set next to the stage, where later there were performances by obviously trained, but totally wonderfully-awful dancers. It was still kind of amazing, though. && I still really have no idea if it is kitsch or not. Oh, and there was also a "wedding" going on, but I began to think it was fake... kind of like Tony and Tina's in Chicago.
Cesare's Surprise 50th Birthday Party @ Tatiana's from OohSparkles on Vimeo.
On a side note: I started speaking Russian words to people because I use to do this thing with my roommate last year, Russian Tuesdays, where she could only speak to me in Russian until 5 PM on Tuesdays. Thanks Anastasia!! I would write out what I think 'thanks' is in Russian, but I actually think I got it mixed up with something else when I said it to the coat check girl, that & there's no way I could spell it.