Off the Wall
When stepping outside felt like entering a sauna last weekend, we took another trip to the South Bronx for a 30th birthday party. There’s nothing like cramming into a house party with no A/C and about 50 other people on one of the most humid nights of the year. At one point, it was so hot that we stood by the open fridge, using frozen peas as a cold compress. Maybe I’m looking forward to 30 now, since it seems like an excuse to have a banging party with drag queens and belly dancers. At one point, I found myself dancing with a crowd of Dominicans, Indians, and whatever else, which is definitely more diverse than another Saturday night on the Lower East Side. Gotta love the melting pot, especially when it's boiling.