When I die, if there’s such thing as heaven, it’s gonna be appetizer hour all day long. I love getting to eat tons of little bites, that way I don’t have to just settle on one thing. Free food at happy hour is the closest thing we can get to
Whoever said “there’s no such thing as a free lunch” was an asshole. That said, he/she was mostly right; rarely is there anything free in this world. Luckily being a broke-ass makes you resourceful, so not having to pay for food once you’ve already paid for a drink is
So close, yet so far. I’ve been in Brooklyn for 5 days now, and I have yet to eat a normal meal. Unless you count pizza, and my very English mother would disown me if I did. It’s not just that I’m broke, or culinarily challenged. There’s also a rabbit
Potlucks are basically free buffets for cheap skates. Sure, there’s a little bit of a stigma for the free loader who shows up with a $2 bottle of sprite “to share.” But screw ‘em, you’ll be fat and full and your detractors will be angry (and possibly hungry). Who wins
Wine culture is honestly something that Two-Buck Chuck-swiggin’ simpleton like me just doesn’t understand, but I sure am willing to learn! Especially when said wine is FREE. For this reason, you can pretty much count on finding me slurring my words while clutching the shit out of a wine glass
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Recently, I had the honor of being a bridesmaid in my BFF Kate’s wedding to her longtime main squeeze, Jason. Besides an awkward moment where the Mother-of-the-Bride looked down at me while I was adjusting Kate’s train and said, “Always a bridesmaid, never a bride!” (way to send shivers down
Admission into NYC’s MoMa is certainly pricey– at $25 general admission, you basically have to brave the horrendous crowds on the monthly free day– or dig up your student ID from ten years ago and try to pass as an 18 year old– to catch a break. Wouldn’t a FREE