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Great Gatsby! It's the Jazz Age Lawn Party
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
13th Annual D.U.M.B.O. Art Under The Bridge Festival
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
I Heart New York and Stuff
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
Penny Beer and Quarter Bourbon at Ellis Bar!
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
The Patriot Saloon
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
"You are Here" at Death by Audio is aMAZE-ing
Every time I watched Alice in Wonderland as a kid, I would watch the painting the roses red scene and want to go play in a giant maze–minus the queen coming to yell at me. As an adult, all I have to do is walk over to Death by Audio
Broke-Ass Dentist: NYU College of Dentistry
For me, going to the dentist is about as thrilling a prospect as using a soldering iron to remove one’s own ruptured appendix. I use this fairly dramatic example in order to impart to you, dear broke reader, how very much I truly dread the dentist, despite the fact that