The DJs at Legion are a bit unpredictable. One night, you’ll find yourself raging it to top 40 music from the 90s, and singing outloud to Third Eye Blind in public. The next, you’ll contemplate breaking your pint glass after you finish your beer because you can’t think of a

The gifts are unwrapped, the eggnog upchuck stain cleaned up, and all that snow has turned into sludge, it’s time to face the cold reality that Christmas is over. It was fun while it lasted and now you are the proud owner of 12 new pairs of argyle socks, a

photo from New York Magazine The best holiday decorations are the ones that would make Martha Stewart throw up. December is the only time I miss the suburbs, because most Brooklyn houses don’t have the space to put up massive light displays, light up snowmen, reindeer drinking water or Santa’s

If you’ve been to Williamsburg or Greenpoint and looked at a tree or a bike rack, you know all about Neighbors for Allied Good Growth (NAG). NAG is a grassroots, volunteer organization that fixes tree beds, fights for waterfront park space, finishes bike racks for installation and distributes flower seeds

Kurt Braunholer Will Make You Laugh Your Ass Off Usually, the only guarantees at Union Pool are good people watching, a fire/fountian and a taco truck. But December is a special month. Tonight, along with the absurdly long bathroom line, you can expect at least one time travel joke from

America’s favorite accordion/drum/cello power trio, the ‘œDebutante Hour,’ presents a Variety Show Telethon Bash with 20 old, Soviet rotary phones, and a silent auction (bid on great stuff like the Debutante Hour makes you cupcakes or plays a personal show in your living room or takes you canoeing in the

FREE Bag Making at Sweatshop Social Grunt at your computer if you have a cupboard that’s been completely overtaken with plastic grocery sacks from the bodega. If you grunted, you should switch to reusable cloth grocery bags. Every grocery store in the NYC area sells them for 99 cents, or

I’m going to assume most of you skipped the crack of dawn, stampede inducing, celebration of blind consumerism that is Black Friday. But let’s face it, women be shopping, and I am one of those women. Whether I’m up to my ears in credit card debt, I still feel the