SL

Saturday night we decided to play it fast and loose and swing by SL for a ladies night.  Initially the doorman was skeptical and tried to ask us some hard-hitting questions like 'who are you here to see', to which we replied 'ourselves'.  Apparently this did the trick.  Note to self, getting into pretentious clubs in New York City is purely a self-selection process, if you think you deserve to be inside you will be.  Neither here nor there, we waltzed on in to find that there were approximately 7 other people inside.  Okayyy, time for cocktails.  After 20 dollar drinks and a prime time seat at a corner table we decided to make ourselves at home.   The music was great and I could have stayed all night, but the highschoolers who filed in and sat down next to us were a bit of a buzz kill.  Shortly after their arrival, they all lit up cigarettes and started sending smoke rings our way.  Oh, and also, a few tips for high school city dwellers looking to blend in at a NY club with mom and dad's credit card - don't wear your Varsity letter jacket. Yes, this actually happened and no it didn't come off all night even though it was 80 degrees inside.  Someone was proud to make Varsity!  I decided not to play mommy dearest and go over and tell the underage crew a thing or two about the adverse effects of smoking and excessive partying.  I tried this last year at Lily Pond at a 16 year old's birthday (parent sponsored, of course) and attempted to reason with a blacked-out sophomore in high school telling her she had years to grow up and take shots and pass out under the table - too soon, too soon!  Isn't that what college is for?  Anyway, she gave me the finger.  I bit my lip this time but consider this viable evidence that raising children in Manhattan is like sending your kids to dance with the devil.  To the owners of SL, Lily Pond, and Tenjune - catering to severely underage clientele already got you in the New York Post once this summer, what's next, trading silly bands on banquettes?