We had some good fun at seeing Rosemary’s Baby.  W+K New York showed Bryant Park how we do.  And by “how we do,” I mean we had 8000 bags of chips, 47 bottles of salsa, and guac for every person within three miles, thanks to Yvonne.

We also brought some vintage 2010 box wine and tiny bottles of Crown Royale.

In short, we were a bit inebriated by the time the movie started.  After 40 minutes of Mystery Science Theater style viewing, we politely but drunkenly tiptoed through the masses in the dark, knocking over a lot of Trader Joe’s snacks in the process.  With a clean escape and the wind our backs, we did what every Wieden child would do – we opted for one more.  We went to some woefully unprepared bar and proceeded to drop a bottle of our own Spicy Nacho Cheese Dip on the floor, took shots, turned a sitting area into an elevated dancing stage and paid the bartender $40 to play BBD’s  Poison.

Just another Manic Monday.  (“That’s my fun day.  I was kissing Valentino by a clear blue Italian stream…”)