Bender’s got its name on a chilly Sunday night in May, when a certain writer found herself going beer-for-beer with a friend of high tolerance. Six hours later, the bartender asked them to leave, but not before providing her with an answer to the question, “Where can we get more

Calling all mermaids, sea serpents and pirates: have you been on land too long? Are you waiting for the summer when you can jump back into your watery homes without getting hypthermia? Tomorrow night, you can get your fins wet at the Grace Hotel Pool Bar party. No seashell bra

Picture an arid desert landscape: cacti growing peacefully, small animals seeking shade from the sun’s cruel rays, sand as far as the eye can see. Then, a rustling, a disturbance beneath the ground: A black rubber car tire, of its own volition, rises from the sand, stands upright, and rolls

t.b.d, you had me at $1 beers. You may call it it “Cheap Date Night,” but to me and my friends it is “Thank gawd I don’t have to choose between groceries and fun this week.” Every Tuesday starting at 7PM, t.b.d. screens a movie and offers up Yuenglings at

I like Earth. It’s a pretty neat planet in my opinion. Not as rad as Saturn, or as controversial as Pluto (STILL A PLANET IN MY HEART), but overall Earth is pretty cool. Unfortunately, we humans have royally fucked ourselves into a corner, environmentally speaking. We’re on an express train

The Disposable Film Festival, one of my favorite events in the city, is back!  It kicked off last night in the Castro, but don’t worry if you missed it — the rest of this year’s lineup is super awesome and features lots of cool, FREE stuff (like Sunday’s FREE brunch and

It’s time to ditch the long gloves, fancy dress and binoculars (well you might still need those) when it comes to going to the opera. It’s one of those highbrow things that always seemed out of reach, but with the help of L Magazine and the New York City Opera

It’s time to praise the nappy little barksters of Brooklyn and reward them for their oddball ways at the 2nd annual Brooklyn Mutt Show. This ain’t your grandma’s Westminister, proven just by the fact there is a Snook-a-like contest to find the dog who best resembles everybody’s favorite Jersey Shore