So Many Reasons Why

See, this is what I love about New York. You can start your night at a hipster party for the new location of the Saved store in Brooklyn, listen to a little new wave, and finish up the evening at Barcade playing all of your favorite video games from the 1980's (check out the multi -colored bottlecap entrance). Tetris, Donkey Kong, 1943, Frogger, Pac Man they're all here. Mind you, hand eye coordination is a bit slow after keg beer. I tried for the hi-score board and didn't even come close.

So, we meet again

Odds of going to a party in New York and running into Moby: 2 for 2. Yes, it's a typical Monday evening at Nublu. The line is long, the wait is longer, and inside it's a sweltering 200 degrees. But who really cares when my buddy Moby is up on the decks, playing (I'm very happy to report) not one lick of music from the Trainspotting soundtrack. You may remember my last run-in with our bald headed friend when I was in the NYC in March (see post Party Like It's 1995). Well, seems summer brings out the best in the big M. I even got a little up close and personal, and damn if I didn't catch him eyeing me. Or so I thought. My suspicions were confirmed when he finished his set and chose to walk a path right by me, leaned into my ear and said "you're so hot". What? Is Moby hitting on me? Can it be? What do I say? What do I do? I know, I'll go to the bathroom. Oh wait! Moby is in line for the bathroom too! Well this is awkward. So I strike up a conversation. Surely Moby will find it as fascinating as I do that it looks like I'm stalking him. Turns out Moby isn't much of a talker. Also turns out he said 'IT'S so hot'.

Where's the Fire?

Thanks, Jane, for the kick in the ass on getting some posts up here.
So, who wants to go to Long Island? Well, you just might change your tune if you were to hop the clipper to Fire Island, a boardwalk refuge for Andy Warhol back in the day. It's easy to see why. Open nudity, open alcohol consumption, open public makeouts by hot lesbians (not pictured below)......it's like taking a trip to Mexico for the day without the hepatitis scare. And, what good day on the beach is complete without a big bucket of lobster? Seriously, did I just get back from New York city last week?