It’s like a Battle of the Bands, except not totally lame and terrible. No spiked hair with red tips. No inter-song banter involving erections or silly hats/ironic t-shirts. And most importantly, no puerile attempts at rap-rock. Oh yeah and there’s no music either, so that’s cool. Instead, the art gallery

Start the drum machine, bass – bass – snare, cue the synths, hall reverb vocals (maybe layered), live drums to supplement the machine, drop the beat and main synth, sparse vocals, cue the 808 snare, no vocals at all, build, 808 snare roll, bring it all back. Whatever. It’s a

Recently, I had the honor of being a bridesmaid in my BFF Kate’s wedding to her longtime main squeeze, Jason.  Besides an awkward moment where the Mother-of-the-Bride looked down at me while I was adjusting Kate’s train and said, “Always a bridesmaid, never a bride!” (way to send shivers down

You see back in 2008 when everyone was busy being all funemployed, Anna Wintour and the CFDA was all like, we need people to SHOP (cue finger snap).  And shop they did.  So how did they do that, you ask? They gave out free booze, hosted sales and had lots

Gallery receptions can sometimes be a tiresome affair. Usually confined to a small space, everyone is constantly elbowing each other out of the way to get a good look at the actual art and to drain the open bar of its spirits.  Well luckily art lovers and open bar aficionados

Tonight, it’s gonna be like someone put a peep full of fun in the microwave and it exploded all over Public Assembly! Or, that the folks at Brokelyn are as psyched about spring as you are and want to throw a big ole party to celebrate, and help out the

Beauty Bar had me sold as soon as I saw their black velvet walls. What’s even better is their cheap, uncrowded happy hour. But they’ve really outsmarted themselves this week: they’re combining trivia night with a spelling bee and an open bar. It’ll be like playing Cranium, but without the