We usually slow our roll on the weekends, but come last Thursday we've went non-stop 'til Sunday. It all started at the release party for Lesley Blume's new book Let's Bring Back , where we couldn't stop gawking at the ridiculously huge West Village townhouse (we actually got winded on the stairs) and the literary guests, who heavily channeled Peggy Guggenheim. Friday we hot-stepped it two day bashes. First up was charity One Frickin Day at Christies, where models and designer dominated and we felt muy short; Next came the opening of Johnny Pigozzi's LimoLand (whoa re: that Vanity Fair profile)—belly dancers, Andre Balazs, and cheeseburgers rounded out the night at a Meatpacking dive bar. Somehow, we got up early enough on Saturday to go to Creative Time's brunch at the new Hurricane Club, and the first thing we saw were tequila shots in actual limes. We can't tell you what happened come 6 p.m. because honestly, we don't remember. Monday funday...not.
Click through to peep all the parties...what's with that chick eating meat?!