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Here’s the thing: a week or two ago a very nice sounding PR person contacted me and asked me to come up with a cocktail featuring Veuve Ambal and Hella Bitters. This does not happen to me a whole lot. “Are … Continue reading
Although we are currently experiencing something of a lull in the weather, the snow, endless snow, great drifts of it blackening on the sidewalks, slicking the pavements, filling the cross-walks with sloppy black puddles, has been pulling on peoples’ spirits.
When I first started coming to New York, about 10 years ago, Appletinis were The Thing to drink. They were vivid green. And wholly awesome. Then Cosmos came along, and that was the end of that. And then Cosmos too were over … Continue reading
My dad was in town for a week of ballet, baseball, jazz, and edgy downtown sketch comedy. Spot the odd one out.
Back from the NYU Abu Dhabi Physics Department for the summer, my friend Ingyin had several priorities for our Saturday. Dress shopping. Manicure. Brunch. Not necessarily in that order.
The SlapFight sketch show after party was held in the Comedy Bar, where Scott had managed to secure a drinks deal. There we all were, patting ourselves on the back for another show accomplished, plus laughs, minus tumble weed, when … Continue reading
The stars aligned last weekend. 2 separate ideas coming together to shape the inevitable future.
“I was covering a golf party at the Playboy Mansion,” said Rhett, casually. Rhett is a sketch writer, and son of infinitely awesome parents, naming-wise. He’d been interning at a paper in LA, he said, and had been sent out … Continue reading
It’s the end of an era. John and Demitri have both left Manhattan. One to travel the world for 6 months on an epic and brave adventure. The other to work in Ohio.
Everything I know about football can pretty much fit on a cocktail napkin. My dad, who is something of an oracle on American sports in spite of being British, has given up hope.