Well not really.  The Geishas will be emerging tonight at Grasslands, and the party for the Gowanus tomorrow is costume optional (though I think there is a Depression Era theme’).  The words both started with G, I was hoping they’d draw you to read this post.  Guess it worked. GEISHA

Take a minute to sing “One of these thing is not like the others” (or watch Cookie Monster sing it) while you try to figure out which of these things that just doesn’t belong: John Cleese, The Grapes of Wrath, Hewlett Packard, The Wizard of Oz, the La Guardia Airport

My bedroom currently has clothes strewn on a chair, on the floor, a stack of magazines perched precariously on the bedside table and a series of glasses which grows each day since my boyfriend simply must have a glass of water next to the bed at night but cannot seem

Not everybody does “costumes.” They smack of  frat parties and drama kids that never grow up. Plus you run the risk of looking like an ass if you go anywhere after the party.  But add to the mix fancy french cocktails, free food and a gramophone and you got yourself

Many moons ago, when I first wandered through DUMBO, I recall being struck by the strange space arrangement and the unique energy of this neighborhood.  Pancaked between, around, and underneath the Brooklyn and Manhattan Bridges, and situated on the water with a stunning view of lower Manhattan, today’s DUMBO has

Few things are more iconic than the I “HEART” NY logo that has been emblazoned on shopping bags, T-shirts and virtually everything else imaginable and has spawned a billion imitators.  The designer,  seminal creative icon Milton Glaser has been honored at an SVA exhibition devoted to his work and this

Normally, bartenders get pissed when people pay for drinks with fists full of change. Sure, you can buy booze with the change festering at the bottom of your bag. It just usually involves plunking down a stack of nickels and dimes in the Plexiglas window at a bodega. Sitting on

Anna gave her account of this place a few months back.  I just thought I’d weigh in with mine as well: Recently liberated bras dangle from the ceiling, bearing silent witness to the mayhem below, while drunk young things struggle to hear each other’s pickup lines over intolerably loud country