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NYC: Sit Your Ass in the Grass
New York is currently in the midst of an on-again off-again springtime. Temperatures have vacillated wildly and we’ve had several chilly rainy days lately, which sucks and has me dreaming about the 88 degree weekend from a few weeks back. Since New York only has about five habitable months per
Bender’s
Since today’s feature is a haiku that Monica penned about the delicious yo-yo’s we always get at Bender’s, I figured I’d dig up my old zine and transcribe what I wrote about the bar before it got fire bombed. Here it is: Bender’s: 800 South Van Ness @ 19th St. Relatively
“Boozin’ and Tomfoolery” And Cheap Wowch
Big, galactic high-five to MyOpenBar (which I’m always ready to give) for listing tonight’s sarty (sale-party) of Wowch stuff at I Heart. I don’t actually care about the clothes, but the Wowch seems to be a legend. I’m not talking about whatever cultish fame he/she ( I don’t even know!)
Happy Hour and Fundraiser to Support Senior Lunch!
It stands to reason that, considering the trajectory of my life, there’s a very good chance that I’m gonna be an old, broke, Jew in the future. In fact, maybe I’ll make stickers that say, “You are old, broke and senile.” Because of this, it’s in my best interest to help
$1 Beer and Free Comedy @ Underground
I went to this awesome comedy night last week. If this recap doesn’t stoke your fire you must be made out of diamonds, in which case I’ll pawn your ass. I’d be there again tonight, but I’m learning how to bartend in Queens from a Spainard who worked in Ibiza
Broke-Ass of the Week – Jeff Hunt from Muni Diaries
Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit…probably not.
$1 Oysters at the Woodhouse Fish Company on Tuesdays
Oh man do I love oysters! Seriously, I think back to ancient times and realize that figuring out what humans could and could not eat, was probably a dismal feat of trial and error. Like, what sad bastard, or series of sad bastards, said to themselves, “Alright, I’m gonna go around and pry open
