Black, white and red light district

In the city that never sleeps, what you do at night is just as important as what you do during the daylight hours. I spent my night time divided between Manhattan and Brooklyn (Williamsburg), eating out every day, visiting Ninja restaurants, places that served milkshake with alcohol, bars with bartenders ranging from age 21 to 84, and drank bottles of beer out of paper bags while hanging out in Lars Erik’s room.

We went to party/chill at places like The Chelsea Hotel, Le Bain, A60, Waverly In, and  loads of places which names I can’t recall, but still managed (I am not entirely sure how) to wake up in time to meet our professor at 8am every morning to spend between 6-12 hours roaming the city looking at all its great architecture and art.

I’ve learned so much, and I can’t wait to put it to good use while writing my essay, and when I am going to classes in my two other art history subjects this semester. But I digress, what I wanted to say was that NYC night life is just about everything you always thought it would be, and if it isn’t, I must have been lucky.