What I want, you've got and it might be hard to handle...

My two favorite New York City activities are as follows, in no particular order:

1) Making new friends
2) Trying new things

Notice the common word. This is NEW York after all. I may be an old soul, but I did come to this city for a reason.

Number one is, more often than not, achieved through my sorority alumnae association. I am the VP of Membership and, let's face it, a total nerd. Few things in life make me happier than bringing sisters together. The dynamic we have in New York is quite unique. This is a huge metropolis, but it's not exactly the South. While mentioning what house I was in is sure to win people over down there, I don't usually get any sort of pull when I name drop here. One of my favorite responses so far has been, "But, you're not blonde!" I can't write my other favorite response. It's horribly un-Panhellenic.

I digress. The point is, we have an incredibly limitless network that I'm so thrilled to be a part of. It often connects these two favorite activities of mine. This past weekend was no exception. Earlier in the week, I had heard through the grapevine that a cool new lounge was opening and a fellow sister's PR firm was in charge. Seeing a great opportunity for my coveted combination, I RSVPed immediately. AEG and I made our way there around 11 on Friday evening. We were greeted at the door by said sister and let right in.

Citrine is located at 21st Street and 6th Avenue. While the entrance is on the ground floor, the actual venue is on an elevated level. The space is flanked with a beautiful bar and a bounty of banquettes surrounding the space. We purchased drinks while appreciating the club's tasteful tunes - almost all 80's! A JGIWC favorite.

I've mentioned before that I'm a big believer in signs. Well, not moments after we'd sipped the last drop of Ketel One, our favorite song, You Make My Dreams by Hall and Oates, seeped out of the speakers. Seconds later, our sister came over to us and led us to the VIP section, where we were served gratis for the next hour or so.

Coincidence? I think not.

I can't say this enough: Only in New York. I love living here.

After Citrine, we headed to The Bar for what we thought would be a TYPICAL (check the glossary) Friday night. It was anything but. We somehow fell into a private party and the no-charge cocktails were flowing. You know what that means.

3 Pratesi sheets to the wind.