Ain’t nothing better than getting completely hammered on St. Patrick’s Day. But why wait until Sunday when you can start drinking tonight? Ladies and leprechauns, I introduce you to the official Williamsburg bar crawl for St. Paddy’s Day: Green Kegs & Hammered. You get three options, folks. So read carefully.

My life mantra has become “Let’s get weird”. In fact, I’m pretty sure that’s what I want it to say on my tombstone. So I’ve decided to throw a monthly party in celebration of getting weird. It’s called Freaky-Deaky Fridays. And… It’s a Costume Box Dance Party! and it happens

Nearly a month ago, I received an unexpected invitation to a private launch party near Union Square, inside of a fancy, dimly lit, loft apartment decorated with wine bottles from other guests.  It was fitted with a narrow elevator directly opening into the apartment itself, along with an ostentatious piano,

I can’t tell if I’m waking up or just going to sleep. My drunken stupor has muffled my senses, each coming in and out of focus in a kaleidoscope of sound and touch. I slowly begin to ascend the tiers of sobriety, and as I do, my senses return. There is sound.

 Canned Tuna  While most people may find canned tuna a bit repulsive and unattractive due to the obvious fact that it is a canned food, I happen to have fallen for it. It has saved my soul on various occasions. Just grab some mayo and maybe 2 slices of toast

Rule of thumb: you can be poor, just don’t be annoying about it. Everyone’s trying to get by. Especially if you live in an outrageously expensive city such as New York or San Francisco. But if you do indeed live in such a city, then you know how utterly amazing

Saigon Sandwich Only a few years ago, the Bahn Mi was a much lesser known quantity than it is today.  It’s current ubiquity in S.F is owed to a large extent, I would argue, to Saigon Sandwich.  For all I know there were Vietnamese sandwiches staring me in the face around