Ex· tra

/ˈekstrə/

Over the top, excessive, dramatic; doing the absolute damn most for no good reason.

Examples:

– Your mom says she’s cooking a light dinner and rolls out a five-course meal – extra

– You tell your friend that a few of you are meeting up for a casual beer and she shows up, face completely contoured and head-to-toe in velvet – extra

– You’re assigned a 5 minute presentation using flash cards; “that” kid puts together a tri-fold presentation board with a laser guided power-point and a vinegar-and-baking-soda-volcano to close – extra

In general:

Sometimes such behavior is validated, due to a fragile emotional state, innate level of sass, general disregard of reality or medical conditions such as Hanger, Pettiness, and Dramatics. In a world where work is slightly monotonous, the Sweetgreen seasonal salad is exciting for only so long, and adulthood dissolves into getting tipsy off two cocktails and going to sleep by 10pm, why not forcibly inject some Extra into your lackluster existence:

The American Museum of Natural History is opening its doors Aug 11 and Oct 13 for an adults-only sleepover adventure – a real life Night at the Museum. For $350, you’re greeted by a full dinner and champagne reception and then can spend the entire night wandering around the historic museum in the dark with a flashlight -while drinking wine. When it’s time for shut eye, you’ll sleeping under the giant blue whale in the Milstein Hall of Ocean Life.  If you dare say this is dorky, you’re just jealous of those forking over prime paper for this experience.

Watermark Bar, located on the water at the end of Pier 15 off South Street Seaport, is outwardly attempting to pied-piper women from all over the city.  Coming in at 114 ounces, garnished with edible orchids and served with several straws, the Siren costs $80 and is a magical mixture of frozen margarita and sangria. Note: this drink does not give you the power to swim like a mermaid when you fall into the East River. Quite the opposite…

I typically associate public pools with communicable diseases and it takes an army to get me to Jersey…but Sojo Spa Club looks fantastic. For a $75 day pass, between 9am – 12am you gain full access to the roof top infinity pool, foot massage path, open air hydrotherapy pool, family pool, water slide, and three additional exotic baths: hinoki, carbon-rich, and silk. Those also may be the names of members of a Asian girl band, I’m really not sure but it sounds Lux. Serfs shower, Ballers Bathe.

The originator of the most Extra, calorie laden, questionable safe, reason-for-American-obesity-sundae is dabbling in Frose now. Black Tap is taking the already over-the-top beverage and adding Sour Patch Watermelons, peach rings, Swedish fish, a candy necklace, and a colorful whirly lollipop. The drink comes in a mug complete with a rim frosted with vanilla icing and coated in Nerds. Brb just blacked out from acute pain in my molars.

Five years in the making, the group behind Chicago’s Alinea is bringing the beloved Aviary to New York, with the speakeasy portion, The Office, now open. The space could not be more upscale and incredibly lush; the price tags reflect similar as there is $200,000 worth of spirits at the bar – that’s just on paper; more rare bottles are apparently coming in. With a $600 wet martini on the menu, I think this is the most stupidly extra you can get, tbh.