Friends are fun. Having friends over to your house is fun. Buying snacks for your always-hungry friends when they come over, however, is not so fun. I usually forget about the latter in a frenzy of excitement over the former (“I get to wear slippers while being social! Score!”), so

I eat fish a lot – a lot – because I am a fitness-conscious person who is interested in things like healthy fats and keeping my thighs to a minimum. But I’ll be the first to admit I, rather shamefully, don’t know much about the species of fish that I

This past week I was fortunate to check something off my bucket list.  I finally tried an activity that I have wanted to learn for my whole life’I learned to sail.  Now this activity is not cheap BUT it can get you into circles of people who have real money. 

Things I like: drinking, drinking outside, drinking on the cheap, drinking with fellow-minded attractive single people. I tend to prefer bars where all of the above can happen, but finding a comfortable in-between is difficult. Usually bars that are super cheap are also lacking in atmosphere (which is, fine, whatever,

While the theme of this weekend is certainly music heavy, what with Siren Fest bringing out all the kids to Coney Island, and the Summer Hummer party with Fucked Up DJing at  the Soho Grand, you have your pick of where to sway and sweat. While I promise myself every

The first thing that comes to mind when thinking about this bar is: “Whoa man, you’ve changed”.  So the bad news is, it’s not as cozy and secret-y as it once was in say, 2006.  But, really, the whole faux speakeasy thing has really been over for quite a while. 

Before I officially moved to The Big Apple and realized that a) a subway ride costs more than a beer in my home state Ohio b) Houston is pronounced “Howston” and c) New York State Taxes would make that part of my budget pie chart reserved for entertainment an anorexic

Despite the fact I work across the street from a marina, and look at the water every day, I’ve never been on a boat in New York City. The Staten Island Ferry doesn’t count guys. I’m talking about a real boat, that doesn’t involve a dozens of Melanie Griffith’s rocking