When there are 150 bachelors on the loose, the min team splits up to make sure none get away. They’re easily identifiable by their gelled coiffures, pungent odor during mating season, glassed over eyes, and, of course, the massive plastic tag attached to their ankles.
One half of the min team hit the Gotham Magazine 100 Hottest Bachelors party at the Hawaiian Tropic Zone. Rumors had it that some of the bachelors were not really bachelors in anything but the technical sense (not being married), but we think that a hot bachelor party, by law, only has to contain 80% hot bachelor, depending, of course, if the party is thrown within the city limits (that number drops down to 50% outside of the city—don’t ask us why).
The food was good, the alcohol flowed, and the bachelors (and hot bachelor alumni) were circulating. At one point in the night, Jason Binn, CEO of Niche Media, and oft the emcee at Gotham events, took the stage and announced an additional, bonus bachelor, Hawaiian Tropic chef, David Burke. Despite its location and name and bikinied waitresses, the Hawaiian Tropic Zone actually has very good food, and Burke has made a name for himself. Binn asked the girls in the audience who wanted to spend the night…cooking dinner with Burke to scream. They screamed. He asked them to scream if they wanted to cook breakfast with him the next day. They screamed less. Binn was quick to point this out to the delight of all. Classic Binn. And then the party was over. |
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Meanwhile, all the way across town….
Flashes from dozens of cameras lit up Manhattan's 10th Avenue outside of Marquee, where 50 hot bachelors were set to be honored by Cosmo at its annual "50 Hottest Bachelors" party. Inside, the scene was best described by a PR girl we met: "it's like a model bomb exploded in here!" Indeed, the appetizer trays were being largely ignored while the line at the bar was so daunting people were ordering all they could carry in one trip. All eyes turned to the stage as each bachelor, with their representative state emblazoned on their chest, was introduced, followed by editor-in-chief Kate White taking to the platform to announce this year's Bachelor of the Year. The honor went to Mr. Ohio and a collective "Awww!" echoed through the audience when he thanked his sister for entering him into the competition.
After the presentation, the bachelors were finally free to let loose. The wave of black T-shirts made its way down to the Marquee floor, and its make-up was surprisingly diverse—college freshmen, semi-pro hockey players, and dentists mingled with ease. They certainly deserved to enjoy themselves—most had to pay out of pocket to be there given Cosmo's limited reimbursement of travel expenses, which was not the case with 2006’s crop. Hopefully they were able to make it up in Silk Vodka and grilled chicken skewers. |
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