Dudes, hold onto your ladies. What’s that smooth synth causing Apache print Urban Outfitter panties to drop all over Williamsburg? Tonight Kent Odessa celebrates his birthday and the release of his full-length album, Silverdome, with a FREE live set and party at Cameo with special guests Coastgaard and Mythical Legends.

The Huge Release Party for the Literary Magazine In case you haven’t heard, we just put out an incredible literary magazine called The Dreams I Dreamt: Letters to San Francisco thanks to a grant from the Civic Joy Fund. It’s a gift to San Francisco, where 19 of The City’s

Tell me, broke-asses, just how shameless are ye? Tonight is the last full moon ride on the Cyclone at Coney Island — that is, it’s your last chance to be terrified for your life under a full moon (outside of taking a night trip to East New York, that is).

Oh don’t bother with that straw. Just pour it in my mouth. New York is full of brunch-n-booze deals. It makes sense, after all – the only people who really need to get hammered again on a Sunday morning are the ones who are probably still wasted from the weekend.

Obviously the best tip on how to avoid arrest is “don’t do anything illegal,” but let’s face it. I am shocked when I find out that someone my age hasn’t had a brush with the fuzz. It’s like finding out someone hates fun: obviously thrills and chills are the only

Sometimes, cultural zeitgeists turn out to be embarrassing. Movies that encompass pop culture at a certain time – Oscar nods, an Oprah success story, Mariah Carey without makeup on, Mo’Nique and her unshaven legs – are frequently too ridiculous to actually drop dollars to see. But you must! No one

There is a place on the Lower East Side that shines despite the grime of Grand St. It is a glorious confectionery haven known as Doughnut Plant, and there, for $4, you can consume your entire caloric budget for one day easily. Behold the Doughnut Plant doughnut. I know $4

We’ve all been there. I was there this morning. That special, upsetting place that exists in the early morning — probably on your floor — where you wake up disoriented, groggy and with six missed calls indicating the necessity of your presence at a place where you obviously are not.