ASE ‘09 – Brooklyn BBQ and Wicked Fire Party

No Sleep ’til Brooklyn – Saturday

After we rested up a bit and settled in, we made our way out to grab some dinner at this happening spot for BBQ. At Blahblah, they serve up 5-6 different types of BBQ’d meat specialties a day, and you order by the pound (Or quarter pound, for a more reasonable serving).

The lines are long, but we managed to have great timing and didn’t have to wait long. Chalk boards line the walls with the menu of the day. You place your order at the counter, they cut it up and toss it on a metal tray with wax paper. You get your sides in a cup, they toss some rolls and silverware your way, and you pay for whatever slab you’ve managed to grab.

We quickly approached the bar, where all the draft handles were dulled butcher knives and meat tenderizers. They offer up a nice selection of draft brews poured into pint or quart sized mason jars. Seating is hard to find, a hand-full of old picnic tables fill the room and alleyway, we had to post up at the bar for our carnivorous assault on perfectly tender pulled pork shoulder and charred black angus beef brisket.

After dinner, we set out across town for the Wicked Fire party. Sybrarite was kind enough to sponsor the event at their top floor loft at The London Hotel and provided a wide-assortment of top shelf liquors. We made our way into the party, not really knowing anyone and started off to network and put some faces to names. After gaining a little liquid courage in the form of Cristal and Grey Goose, we made more and more buddies which really set the tone for the rest of the conference.

Someone apparently ended up stealing some of the provided bottles, so they blocked off the kitchen and the hosts were serving drinks frantically to demanding guests. Seeing this, and being quite the party hustler myself, I went up and relieved them of duty to enjoy the party and keep an eye on things.

The kitchen was fucking destroyed with shit piled up everywhere with a dozen half-empty bottles scattered all around. As I served up drinks I went OCD on the joint, clearing out all the trash and getting the bottles organized to make some mean drinks for unsuspecting nerds. From that point on it was poppin’ bottles (with a distinct lack of models) and getting people crunk for the festivities. It gave me an advantage at later parties as people remembered my baller bartending abilities.

That’s right, I rock the party.

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