Throwing the end of summer a proper closing party, the folks at MeanRed are hosting a Lobstah Boil Blowout at a new outdoor space in Williamsburg. Granted $27 isn’t “cheap” but you do get a feasts worth of food including a full Maine Lobster from Red Hook Lobster Pound,  plenty

We New Yorkers love us some karaoke. Heck, after a few beers most people across the globe love them some karaoke. There’s something in the combination of alcohol + having sung “I Am Sixteen Going on Seventeen” solo in the 6th grade that creates an illusion of greatness with a

Some call the Brooklyn Lyceum a gym, others, a theater. Some even have the audacity to call it a cafe. It is, undeniably, all of these things – but it’s not a bathhouse. At least not anymore. As a part of Open House New York next weekend,  the 100 year-old building

Ok, so guess what?  I’m going to Spain for 3 weeks!  Fucking sweet right?  I leave on Monday, so as you can expect, I’m crazy busy getting my world in order before I go.  So I’m just gonna paste the info about this event below.  Enjoy and I’ll see you

We here at BAS Headquarters are always thinking of new awesome things to bring to you, our dear (and depraved) readers. So with this in mind we’ve teamed up with the fine folks over at Drink Me Magazine to bring you a new drink recipe every Thursday. That way you can make yourself a little special sumptin-sumptin to aid you in your weekend wickedness.

Being the live music headquarters of the country, New York certainly has no shortage of music venues. From Madison Square Garden to the House of Yes, there’s a venue for every taste. Being an avid show go-er, I’ve pretty much seen them all. But there’s one little venue that tends

It’s been a couple months since Mike Giant, San Francisco’s patron saint of beer, bicycles and tattoo art has thrown one of his always-legendary drinking and biking sessions at Benders in the Mission. If you’re looking to drink cheap beer with some attractive people under unflattering lighting than there is

I have a theory that, deep down, everyone is just a 12-year-old boy. My theory is proven every time I walk past the bull statue on Wall Street and see more people posing with the bull’s testicles on the rear end than the front. If you embrace your inner 12