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Monday October 23, 2006

really crunked up weekend recap (read: Brooklyn Special Reserve = Blackout Juice!)



Friday = Jen Funlap had her first solo art show (!!) down in Tribeca. Post HappyCorp HappyHour, me + Dianne + Kevin + Grellan + Randy + YP + <insert the name of every other person we know> went down to check it out. Free drinks served up by special guest Mr. Funlap (in from Qatar! ps: Will, it's in Texas.)



So, from SoHo -> Tribeca -> LES. I had to drop off my stoopid backpack (shutup, laptop!) so I dragged Dianne + Will McD + Matt.U back to my apt. One drink and a freestyle show from JJ in the wheelchair he recently acquired for a video shoot.

Now can anyone guess where we went next? How about multiple choice?

(a) Backroom
(b) Local 138
(c) Magician
(d) Lotus

... If you guesed (b) then you're... WRONG! (kind of - we were supposed to go to Local, but got sidetracked at my apt). Second guess? Backroom? Yes! (we're so lame). Jen was supposed to have her Art Show After Party over at Fontana's, but by the time they got there the place was so packed with Jersey d.bags that everyone ran as fast as they could over to Backroom (which was also packed with d.bags, though Upper East Side d.bags which are much much better than Jersey d.bags). Still, so so so so crowded. Kevin and I left on a scouting mission to find a new venue...

... so we went to the only untapped place I could think of on the Lower East Side (above Delancey at least): Guero. Guero = this kind of sketchy dive bar (read: stripped pole) on Rivington between Ridge and Pitt. it's two blocks east of my apartment and my apt - Attorney Street - is where the hipster gentrification pretty much ends. The few times we've been to Guero it's always been empty - perhaps because the UES tourists are afraid to walk east of Clinton?? (Ha, I just asked HarryH if he's even been there and he was all "Aren't there gangsters over there?")

Anyway, Guero = CLOSED! Well, not closed, but re-opened as Revolver - a place so brand new that the floors still smelled like they were just finished (er, opening night was Thurs). What was weird is that when a new place opens it usually takes a few weeks (days?) for the hipster crowd to figure it out, and then another week for New York magazine to write up a piece on it, and *then* all the tourists (and by toursits, I mean UES bankers in suits) flock on over. But this place, the 2nd day it was open, was packed with UES dudes! In suits! What gives?! It's like someone hit fast forward on the gentrification machine.

Sooooo stayed for a few drinks. Kevin and crew went to karaoke. Will McD almost tore his ACL again doing some freestyle tree climbing. I just called it a night.



To Saturday! Had some drinks at Will McD's, met KK + DM at Beauty Bar and took an 7 hour cab ride down Lucky Jack's to meet up with Little Sister Katie and her brand new boyfriend (!!).

More on the BF in a second, for now let's focus on this "Hipsters Guide to the Lower East Side" that Kevin found at the bar...



... zoom in a bit and there's our very own Sara on the front cover! Hahahahah!



So, one drink at Lucky Jacks then onto Marshall Stack (across the street). Just opened, no? Anyway, we met up with pretty much everyone else we know within 30 mins of grabbing our first drink. (go dodgeball go!)

Here, as my digi balances ontop two glasses of water, Grell, Anne, Chrissy, Courtney, DPS, Shoops and *brand new bf* Matt.



Matt = good guy. Katie, we like him! "A++++++ #1 Seller!" style! Oh wait... we *did* like him until...



... player dumps a glass of wine all over Kevin.K!. Ha! Or maybe it was Katie that spilled? I don't remember.

What is of note here is that we were drinking something called "Brooklyn Special Reserve" - some apparently rare beer from folks behind Brooklyn Lager that weighs in at 8.2% alcohol by volume (compared to, say, 5.0% for Bud bottles).

I don't want to sound all Johnny Freshman here, but we were just sitting around, enjoying drinks like the adults we are when suddenly all 10 of us were Just Plain Crunked. Mom, I know you hate to hear this but I totally ended up in blackout city. Brooklyn Reserve = Blackout Juice.



So...

+ Courtney, sorry I licked your face.
+ Owners of Marshall Shack, sorry I took off my shirt while visting your fine establishment.
+ Chrissy, sorry I bullied you into signing my chest.
+ Dianne, sorry I pushed you down in the street and busted your elbow up.
+ Jonathan, sorry I punched you 5 times Balrog from SF2 style.

... actually, on the way home Jonathan and I got in a fist fight (me = been taking boxing lessons for the past 5 weeks, eek). I think I punched him once on the street. Then we wrestled in the hallway of our building for a bit (oh, sorry about the noise, Apt 2B) before JJ was like "let's go fight on the roof!!" Er, so we scaled the sketchy ladder to the roof and duked it out Warriors style until we went back to my apt, JJ cooked up some Mac and Cheese for us and I passed out on my couch.

I woke up in the morning with a huge cut on my leg, a smidge of blood on my shirt and a lot more blood on my lucky gray hoodie. Who's blood? Not me or JJ (no cuts or bruises!) Dianne? From your elbow? Maybe from my leg? I swear, I am never drinking [Brooklyn Special Reserve] again. Ugh.



Sunday? Sober alas! I went apt hunting. Watched some teeeveee and JJ and I made the sweetest rigatoni + broccoli + sausage (in a cream sauce - take that Bertucci's!) you've ever done tasted.

Aaaaannnnnndddd, the end.


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