Showing posts with label NYC Nightlife. Show all posts
Showing posts with label NYC Nightlife. Show all posts

Thursday

SLUTLUST: Loco Communications

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photo by OJ
Check-out the homie OJ's (aka Slutlust) blog. He's running and gunning in these city streets. A true loco local, he's a native of NYC and a soldier in the streets. His commentary on the state of social affiars in NYC always entertains. Far more enjoyable than the out-of-town snark-merchants OD-ing on the interweb, we got perspective on these city streets, (you just have your first walk-up apartment). Give it a spin. The Trip-P Gang is making moves on this web of inequity...

Wednesday

Money In Trashbags, Call that Garbage ...

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Dining AL-fresco at The Gramercy
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Rockstar Bar Bathroom = Art Project and Petri Dish All-in-One
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April 20th - Duuuude, it's Hitler's Birthday
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Fonda Musing (depicting Douchery)
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@dances withWhiteGirls X Rando (sans Teeny) - in too deep...

Sunday

saturday night special - birds fly in any weather

Antik has been around for a little while and is located on the Bowery - it's low-key on some nights, and raging with party people on another. Some people have problems with their lack of a formal bar-area at Antik, but there's a bar downstairs and it's mostly bottle service upstairs on the big nights. Antik is a nice (somewhat dark and "clubby" space) to get beligerantly drunk or just take it easy with a couple friends, it would all depend on the night you choose to go.

Marion's, which is next door and owned by the same people, and is in my mind more what i look for in a drinking destination. It has big, comfortable lounge seating, a big enough bar-area and has a small back area for the fam to get wet (excuse my slang, please). I like to go to Marion's on Saturdays, at the moment, but this changes with the wind, as it does with many New Yorkers). Staying under the radar on the Saturday night special is where the smart money is if you want to avoid (as much as humanly possible) the weekender warriors who use lower Manhattan as there own personal frat house. Luckily for us, many of these unfortunate souls will hop in their late-model Japanese cars and go back over the bridge or tunnel they crawled out of by Sunday morning.

this momentary impulse of office drones and greasers helps fuel the economy of said metropolis, so i really have no problem with it. I either stay in and guard myself and loved-ones from the sea of hair gel, or I go to places like Antik/Marion's on the Bowery. We have it sewn-up, there are enough attractive people to not make it feel like a Monday, and the scotch flows freely.

As an Apache warrior once told me before he drove off in his pickup, "the eagle soars under the radar...." I would have to say this is not a bad place to do it, though of-late its becoming more popular.