Wyclef Jean and Others Celebrate New York's First Super Bowl

Now that New York's first stab at hosting the Super Bowl has come to an end, it seems like the actual peak of the frenzy happened on Saturday, not Sunday. How can a few parties out-Super Bowl the Super Bowl? Well, only when parties and performances hosted by Diddy, Drake, Jay Z, Beyoncé, Foo Fighters and more are happening at the same exact time. Things get a little nuts.

I, however, decided to go to the party hosted by Sports Illustrated, held at Skylight West in Chelsea. There were even more of those eye-catching Union Jack emblazoned Jaguars out front (Jaguar was a sponsor, natch) and that's always a pleasant sight. After passing through the Delta lounge by the entrance (free packets of peanuts, just like when you're in the air!) I went downstairs to assess the crowd. A smattering of footballers mixed with the requisite brand reps, and girls dressed in tiny dresses like it was summer (to be fair, it was in the 50s in February, so it almost was like summer.)

After an hour or so of drinking and dancing, Wyclef Jean took the stage to perform what turned out to be a surprising set: it featured everything from a high energy Wyclef singing along to a recording of Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit," to Wyclef singing Bob Marley covers, to Wyclef rapping along to old school hip-hop, to Wyclef smashing the bongo drums, to Wyclef singing his part (and Shakira's part, come to think of it) of the hit "Hips Don't Lie." He also — jokingly, I think — berated a fan for looking at his phone and made fun of a girl for yawning during his set. Hey, it's been a long week of Super Bowl parties! Yawning is acceptable.

He ended the set with a performance of "Sweetest Girl (Dollar Bill)" and then he was off. But this wasn't the last of the Super Bowl events for me: after the game on Sunday, I stopped by a cool-kid potluck at The Jane Hotel, then got dragged to Marquee, where a flood of people stood outside charging the gate. Inside was all bottles and athletes and girls dancing on couches. Were there celebrities, or Seahawks, or billionaires in town for the game? Perhaps, but the light show that washed over the massive crowd made it hard to pick out faces.

And really, by the time the apartment-sized disco ball moved down from the rafters, it didn't matter who was there or why. Might as well go to the most ridiculous club in town after something as massive as the Super Bowl, right? Perhaps they'll never have the game in New York again, but at least we had Sunday.

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Nate Freeman is the Editor-in-Chief of Good to be Bad. His writing has been published in The New York Times, The Wall Street Journal and The New York Observer.

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