Not being very familiar with New York, I had no idea what I was in for. Local friends forewarned me about the possibilities. Sweaty "bear daddies". An abundance of shirtless-ness. Leather harnesses. All of which proved to be true. Though, the overwhelming aroma of testosterone was quickly shielded by the overwhelming scent of hipster. The place was packed from wall to wall with the city's hippest set drinking more than their share of free Belvidere.
Probably one of the best parties I've been to in a while, mostly because of the eye candy, definitely not because of the higher-than-thou attitudes. But, I guess that's why I don't live in New York...
