Whoever said “there’s no such thing as a free lunch” was an asshole. That said, he/she was mostly right; rarely is there anything free in this world. Luckily being a broke-ass makes you resourceful, so not having to pay for food once you’ve already paid for a drink is

I have a past of being continuously screwed over. I’m pretty sure my leech of an ex-boyfriend who still manages to interfere with my present-day life is why I have this pipe dream of being swept off my feet by a wealthy B-list celebrity or a rich finance dude. Until

Unemployment is hard. Job hunting is a job in itself without the pay and the benefits. However like having a regular job it takes entirely too much of your time and you kind of hate your boss sometimes. Currently, I am looking for work and I spend a majority of

Shortly after graduating college, I found myself in an “identity crisis.”  I realized that I had spent the last four years of my life writing analytical essays about “thingness” or whatever other words I could add -ness to the end of, and over-using the word “utterly” to make myself sound

Tradesman opened with a bang last Thursday! If you read the Yelp reviews, one person said it was so crowded it was hard to even make it to the bar. But on Sunday, when I went, I was able to enjoy the cozy candlelit atmosphere, the wonderful service, and the

Outside patio. Booths to sit in. A pool table. Bar. Food. FREE Condoms. Raucous music and space to dance. If the Sixth Ward could add a waterfall and a slide, I’d consider this place to be heaven. Located on the Lower East Side, where Irish immigrants once lived during the

Botanica is a safe haven.  There’s no better way to describe it.  It sits like a bomb shelter on the south side of smoky Houston street, two blocks away from the undulating sea of Soho shoppers and opposite the building-size advertisements that pollute the north side of the street.  After