I’ve made a lot of ambitious New Year’s resolutions over the years (“Lose 30 pounds by Valentines Day” or “Stop texting people and call them instead”) but this year’s decision to give up coffee felt downright insane at times. After spending
Last Saturday, thousands of white, preppy East Coast kids stuffed the pockets of their Barbour jackets with nips of Fireball and flocked to suburban New Jersey for The Hunt. The Daily Mail calls the annual horse race the best day
Last Friday night, I was walking home through the East Village and was absolutely floored by the swarm of wasted, obnoxious people roaming 2nd Avenue. The lines at BBar and Phebes snaked around the block, and I saw a sweaty
One of the things I promised myself I would do this Summer, in addition to keeping this blog and dying my hair blonde, is get my ass in shape. With the exception of a bi-weekly manicure, the two hours of
Lucky for me, a Sunday night when you’re unemployed is pretty much just an extension of the weekend. So, last week, I set out to find the best Sunday party in New York. The winner? Bingo at the Standard Hotel.
I won’t deny it: being unemployed is awesome. I have absolute freedom to do whatever and go wherever I want, and finally have time to do things like go to the doctor (I’ve been to the eye doctor 5 times