Dooley’s Open Bar @ Aspen Tonight!

I’m sitting at the computer in my sleeping bag today and it’s not even that cold. This apartment is like a walk-in with furniture; some sick chef’s pet Truman Show.  Feel anything like Fat Tuesday, like I even know what it’s about. I equate it with Girls Gone Wild and Rio’s Carnival.  Anything involving fatally drunk people showing their privates in public; doesn’t matter if it’s beaded breasts, pissing dicks, or stomach linings.  Way to keep your celebration’s integrity France.

Call me an old man, but I actually feel like some Dooley’s, a toffee-vodka liqueur.  On the rocks.  But not more than a few, because they get worse the more you drink. I’ll overlook the minutiae though because these guys are open-barring all around town as of late.  The bad thing is sometimes you have to go to Murray Hill to get some. That’s ok, some spineless person told me a healthy relationship is about compromise. I love you Dooley’s, your cheesy-ass bottle design and all, as long as you’re free.

Tonight it’s Midtown at 'œski-lodge chic' Aspen (30 West 22nd Street) from 6pm-8pm. But it isn’t really Colorado, so leave the Uggs at home.