Filed under: art, Hello boysssss, Music, Nature!, New York | Tags: beastie boys, somewhere in Brooklyn
… with Reddi Whip topping.
at Lollapalooza. He’s having a good time!
Filed under: Comedy, Hello boysssss, Husband hunting, Music, New York, Theater | Tags: Donald Glover, sold out, Troy without Abed
Gambino ’bout to kick it:
Gambino got some gunssss:
Gambino gettin’ away:
Gambino havin’ funnnn:
Look! I wrote a rap. From now on call me “Vizual Hunter” (actual Wu-Tang generator name).
(Also yeah, I would hit that.)
Filed under: Hello boysssss, Music, New York | Tags: Jarvisciszed, this is hardcore
Though this one is good too:
And this one:
And this one:
Oh, and this one:
[Radio City Music Hall, 4/10]
Filed under: Comedy, Hello boysssss, New York | Tags: looking happily deranged
As many of you know, I have a thing for redheads. I’ve never thought much about why that is before tonight though, when I went to see Mike Maronna and Danny Tamberelli (a.k.a Pete & Pete) on stage at Night of the Living at the Pit.
Back of the head-style.
You guys, I think Big Pete was the original ginger.
And even though they said what neighborhood he lives in I’m not gonna like, hang out there or anything. Just wanted to put it out there just in case any of you knew him.
You know where to reach me.
Bowery Ballroom, 3/4.
The show was fine: Swedish, dream poppy, mustachioed dude from the Radio Dept, blah blah blah. But I want to use this space for a mea culpa of sorts. To the blonde who tried to buy me a beer, you should know a couple of things:
1) I’m incredibly oblivious and 2) I really wasn’t in the mood for beer! I certainly didn’t mean to make you apologize for asking me. It was very nice of you!
“Sorry,” you said.
Like, “Sorry I bothered you.”
But it probably shoulda been
“Sorry you’re such an asshole.”
Because I wasssssss. If you’re reading this, little guy, I’M sorry. Maybe next time try asking if I wanted a ginger ale? Or some p’tato chips? It was late Sunday night. You know, work week and all. But who knows, maybe if you’d asked a second time and not disappeared out of embarrassment (because, again, I’m an asshole) I woulda gone for the booze. And possibly even more.
SORRY MOM AND DAD.
Filed under: Hello boysssss, New York, Weird Science | Tags: please Jeter don't hurt me, smellin like a champ
And I was wishin’ and hopin’ and prayin’ to get one of the gift baskets that Jeter gives his one-night stands, but all I got was this MLB sports bag:
Not too shabby I guess, but not something I can get much for on eBay, y’know?
Anyway, the fragrances–“New York Yankees” and “New York Yankees for Her”–were decent, but I’m still confused as to why there is one for women. Although, it’s described as “flirty” and I know that’s what I am when I find myself at a baseball game…
Which is like, all the time, by the way.
Should you want to show your support through scent you can get it in April at Macy’s (1.7 oz and 3.4 oz, $49 and $62).
Samples by day…
Lovahhhs by night.