Last night, I visited the Russian & Turkish Baths on E. 10th St. in NYC with my bud, Adam Schorr.
It was the first time I had been there in 15 years, so I had cause to reminisce with him about my
My brothers were excited about the idea of a Bachelor Party, but we knew we wanted to do something different.
So, around 3 in the afternoon (it was a Tuesday, I think), we invited anyone who could to join us for 2 hours or so for a "shvitz," a visit to the saunas (there are many of them).
I'm a big fan of saunas and we ended up with maybe 7 or 8 people who joined us for that part. From there, we walked all the way up to West 72nd and Broadway where another 10 people or so joined us for sushi.
Finally, the party ended up on 112th St. in the apartment into which the NFO and I would be living.
Now this apartment was one that lifelong New Yorkers would tell you is one of the most impressive apartments they had ever seen.
There was a staircase from within the apartment up to a private section of the roof. I would work up there, hang out, read. Heck, we built a Sukkah up there.
Thanks to Google Earth, you can see it yourself.
Anyway, by this point, there were 20 or so guys and it was 11pm or so. My pal, Rabbi Shu Eliovson, somehow materialized with his bongo drum and everyone is hanging out on the roof, chatting, having a few beers (nothing crazy, I promise you! I'm not joking) and having a good time.
That is until two of New York's Finest show up from one of the other doors on the roof and tell us that, since it's past midnight, we probably need to stop the party.
Fortunately, there was no resisting arrest and there were no arrests. The party dispersed amicably and those who needed to, slept in an apartment that, as I recall, didn't have properly working heat...but that's another story.
Anyway...if you have interest in going to the saunas with me, let me know. We'll keep the cops out of it, I promise. ;-)