What’s awesome about New York is that if you’re cold, hungry, thirsty or tired there are never a shortage of places to go into to remedy these issues. Bodegas, delis, bookstores, coffee places, bars.  But what about the bathroom?   We all know that walking into a Starbucks bathroom in

As with whoever wrote about 90 Types of Bitches, likewise, I say there are a comparable amount of types of assholes.  I, however, am just going to share a a few with you here and now. Now YOU can determine what kind of an asshole you are or know in

Some weeks back, I mentioned Wright’s Pink Popcorn in a post I wrote about the Stow Lake Boathouse. Wright’s Pink Popcorn is one of those items one finds on dusty corner grocery shelves and at sports concessionaires that is a certain class of ancient snack on par with the likes

I was first introduced to Zeus through my boyfriend’s old roommate from Toronto. He always had friends passing though town, playing shows, crashing on the couch, his brother, Mike O’Brien, being the most frequent one. While everyone’s got those friends who always talk up their friend’s bands and so on,

With the spring time comes the phenomenon I first learned about in Bambi: every little animal is putting out pheromones and looking to attract a mate. This includes humans. If you find yourself trying to plan a hot date on a Tuesday night, I suggest Nita Nita in Williamsburg. Bottles

Have you ever gotten someone a birthday present that you soon realize they will hate?  That happened to me recently for my hubby’s birthday.  I was trying to be creative and so I got him’a cooking class.  Apparently, I had been trying to get him to go to a cooking

NOTE: While the whole de-motivational poster thing has gotten a little lame, in honor of their more sincere/less funny ancestors, I will share some of my favorites with you here. Also, it should be known that I don’t like Dilbert comics. Working in an office sucks. Of course there are

When I was younger, my mom really loved fruit punch.  Everywhere we went — soccer games, my middle school orchestra concerts, Applebee’s — there my mom would be with her plastic to-go cups bought in bulk from Costco (née Price Club) filled with extremely pungent, blood-red juice. OR SO I