False Alarm: Socialista

I walked past Socialista (which, moving forward, we will just call "The Jane Street Hotel") last night, around 12:30, and I'm sad to say... it's back in full swing. Apparently the slow Thursday night was just an anomaly.  There was even a fight that broke out outside, but I missed it!  It must've been the combination of the heat, humidity, and all of that faux-Cuban-testosterone goin' on at the Jane Street Hotel.

New TV show update: I've gotten hooked on HBO's "Tell Me You Love Me" series, in that can't-avert-the-eyes-from-a-trainwreck sort of way. I think someone is spying on the West Village for info on how straight couples interact here, then writing it down in script form. It's an interesting take on coupledom: the women are all very unlikeable, and the men are all henpecked and put-upon, but you feel for them.  Makes me happy I'm into guys.... much lower maintenance and no hissy-fits over why I bought a new flat-screen TV when I should've been spending that time worrying about her ovaries.