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.

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,

Late Night Basement had a successful opening show at Brooklyn’s Legion Bar in late January, with a full house enjoying live stand-up from two of the best comedians today,  Brooke Van Poppelen and Dave Hill. Since then, Chris Rose’s Puppy Bowl Pep Talk from the first show was featured on HuffPost

“Living at home is such a drag. Now, your Mama threw away Your best porno mag.” – Fight for Your Right by the Beastie Boys Once upon a time, living at home was an unfortunate situation which only losers, failures, and the mentally unstable would have to endure. See, moving

It’s time for another night of laughs with our favorite comedy rock band, Fortress of Attitude. Be prepared to be introduced to the new Pope and the Oscar winner for Best Picture at the Fortress of Attitude apartment located in SoHo. Tonight’s guests include Christian Finnegan (Comedy Central; TBS’ Are

Let’s face it, guys. You woke one morning and it dawned on you: “I’m a broke-ass.” But how do you know? What evidence is there to prove that you’re a broke-ass or not? Here’s a few key signs that might let you know that you are indeed a broke-ass motherfucker.

The Miller Theater at Columbia University holds a proud reputation of being the leading pioneer in music presentation throughout New York City. With a strong dedication towards the production of unique events, the Miller Theater continues to provide innovative programming, which include dance, contemporary and early music, jazz, opera, and

There’s nothing quite like a slew of glittery cardboard hearts, strategically plastered throughout the lifeless windows of New York City’s retail stores, prepping themselves for that one day in February. There isn’t another imitation holiday that can arrogantly compete, nothing else that simply screams out: commercialized holiday bastardizing the idea