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Drink a Beer and See Some Carnivorous Plants at the Conservatory of Flowers
Yeah, I know I’m just pasting in a press release, but I’m crazy busy today. Plus I wanna get out and enjoy some of this good weather. Also the good thing about this event is that you can go and then still come to my party afterwards. So fuck it,
Win Tickets to See Kelli Rudick at Littlefield!
For those of you who’ve been following the site for awhile you know how enamored we are with Kelli Rudick. She’s just fucking brilliant. Really, seeing her live is something that changes your view of how the guitar can be played. Most people’s first reaction is, ‘œHoly Moses! Look at that girl’she
Dads Say the Darndest Things: Sh*t My Dad Says
Unless you’ve been living under a rock, or on a Scientology retreat, you’ve probably heard about the Twitter site Shit My Dad Says. Or maybe you’ve been assaulted by William Shatner’s face on your morning commute like I have. Either way, there’s no way avoiding this blog-to-book-to-TV-show marketing showboat. While
$1 PBR, Soul Music and a Four Foot Game of Connect Four
Do you like $1 beers? How about Soul music? I bet you do. But have you ever played with a four foot tall game of Connect Four? Well Wednesday is your chance! Come out to Doc’s Clock on Wednesday night for all the shit I mentioned above plus some prizes
Not Friday is FREE Comedy on Mondays
Last week, I was sitting on the train at 1:30am, reading the last chapter of a book by Linda Ellerbee (you may remember her as the host of Nick News). A dude sat down next to me and I could feel him staring at my book. “Can I offer you
Nice Guys: How To Tell The Difference
Apparently, the old “girls don’t want nice guys” assertion refuses to just die already. This old wives (husbands?) “tale” has been the justification for so many Mystery-types to get them off the hook for acting like retards to girls. It’s sort of the other side of the logic coin to
All-You-Can-Eat Wing Wednesdays at Double Decker
Once upon a time I had a friend who really loved his chicken wings. No matter what fancy restaurant we ate at — Chili’s, Applebee’s, T.G.I. Friday’s — this guy had one goal and one goal only — to tear apart some hot wings. Then we came up to San
