It’s Just Me, Myself, and I (Part II)

Yesterday, I began sharing my struggle to come to terms with being single. I’m not one of those people that always needs a boyfriend. On the contrary, the greater part of my young adult to adult life has been a romantic dry spell. My latest fling looked like an oasis, but turned out to be [...]

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Because Someone Thought It Was Time To Dance

  I practically yanked my boyfriend off the spin bike he was on at the gym. “Do you see that?! Do. You. See. That?!” I whispered heavily into his sweaty ear. “See what?” He said, untangling himself from the bike pedals. “That dance studio over there…That. Dude. Dancing. Over. There.” I pointed across the length of the gym over [...]

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Retro Dance Moves, Brought to Us by a Child

It’s retro week for me. Monday I posted about retro catalogues and now I’m sharing this gem of a video clip which for me, epitomizes why YouTube needs to exist: to bring us hysterical cobwebbed TV memories like this. Remember nerdy Carlton, recipient of Will Smith’s taunting punch lines on everyone’s favorite 90ies show, The Fresh [...]

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Nightlife Crazy Fashion

No matter what your personal sense of style is, I think we can all agree that this shirt below is what one would call ‘eye-catching.’ I felt compelled to put my night out dancing on hold for the sole purpose of properly photographing it, for three main reasons: 1. I thought it was ballsy and she’s got [...]

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Cain Now With a ‘Luxe’

I was flabbergasted when Jamie Mulholland and Jayma Cardosa announced they were gutting and redecorating 27th street nightclub Cain. Sure, 27th street isn’t what it used to be, but from what I could see, safari-themed Cain wasn’t suffering. The music was always preppy, the promoters plentiful and the dance floor consistently full – maybe with [...]

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Burned

Last weekend, I ventured skeptically back to Lit. A previous post about my first night at Lit was a rather glowing review, but don’t assume that I’ve been spending most my life living in a hipster’s paradise (yes, that was a Coolio reference). My second encounter with the bar left me burned. It was a Friday [...]

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Rodeo: A Wild Ride for All Ages

A couple of nights ago I went to Rodeo on 27th and 3rd. Rodeo lives up to its name, with a life-size stuffed boar in mid lope above the bar, as well as a few mounted heads of large four legged beasts placed around the general vicinity. Approaching the bar, I encountered a giant bin [...]

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Metrosexual

Having an unlimited metrocard has been one of the most reassuring aspects of living here. I practically get butterflies every time I swipe the card and see that simple, sweet “GO” coaxing me along. It’s encouraging, yet forceful. It’s hot. I want to date someone that makes me feel the way my unlimited metrocard does. While [...]

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Braindead Friday

Anyone looking to listen to house music mid-morning will be pleased to know I’ve finally located the number one song from my trip to Brazil. I heard it every night and subsequently became obsessed with it. Upon arriving in the US, I searched for it fruitlessly on iTunes and You Tube. I tried to recreate [...]

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Immaturity 101

Since my romantic life has been voided any substantial activity, I’ve regressed to infancy and have been indulging and posting about things that make me feel like a child again. Previous examples I’ve used have been things like playing Frisbee, karaoke, dancing, salsa, and sleeping outdoors in the grass. At a recent birthday party, I experienced [...]

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