open bar

05Dec09

In this world, everybody wants something for free, and I am no exception.

New York may be one of the most expensive cities in the world to live in but you’d be surprised at how easy it is to have fun here for free. And I don’t mean a walk in Central Park.

Take myopenbar.com, a website dedicated to letting us broke bums know how to booze it up for beans. Sign up for their mailing list and get a weekly heads up of every gallery opening, drinks special, happy hour and open bar in the city. Nice one.

Last night I ventured as far as Avenue B for some after-work drinks in Poco, a cute little bar in the East Village running a fun promotion called Thirsty Twitter Thursdays. All you’ve got to do is follow @poconyc and you can get free red/white sangria, well drinks* and house beer between 7pm and 8pm when you give the bartender the password that’s tweeted at midnight on Wednesday. Ah-mazing.

Of course you still have to tip (because every time you don’t, Baby Jesus cries) but it’s a damn sweet deal.

*and they’re proper drinks. The bartender doesn’t slyly miss you a glass of water and tell you it’s vodka. Instead she gives you whisky and pretends there’s coke in it.


Scouring SoHo for a particular Vitamin Water flavour, then accidentally going 22 blocks out of my way on the wrong train and having to run 10 blocks up 6th Avenue with everyone walking in front of me ON PURPOSE. DOES NO ONE CARE?


oh hai work

19Nov09

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There’s a nasty rumour going ’round that says New Yorkers are mean.

And to be fair, it’s kinda true.

But every so often you’ll witness a little act of kindness that knocks you for six and reminds you there’s still some good in the big bad city.

Like that time I missed my bus to the subway and would have most definitely been late for work if the nice driver on the Express bus hadn’t stopped and offered me a lift. Or the little old cab driver that opened my door, gave me a hug and told me to ‘please be a good girl tonight’. And not forgetting yesterday, when I accidentally ended up in the wrong car on the train and the conductor let me out at my stop anyway.

It really is the little things that count.


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I’ve always loved Halloween – the costumes, the divilment, the free sweets, roaming country roads after dark…

But no more. The US has broken my Halloween spirit and things will never be the same again.

I may be Captain Obvious for saying this but Americans get REALLY into the festivities. And while the decorations and the atmosphere and the fun and the frolics made me beam with joy for a while, it had worn off long before I got hit in the face by a drunk Alice in Wonderland’s handbag.


me and elly b:wdave has nicer pics… but omfgzzzzzz we met Elly Jackson yo!


let’s play

23Oct09

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Halloween Adventure

104 4th Ave
(btwn E 11th St and E 12th St)
New York, NY 10003

AMAZING! This place is huuuuuuge and chock full of every costume/prop/accessory you could ever want/need. Except cat ears. Unless you fancy dressing up as the end result of a cat/donkey love tryst. Which is what I’m going to look like.  COSTUME FAIL.


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I’m just not IN love with this film.


saturday night

19Oct09

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Where friends meet, cheap shots make you vom and bouncers don’t take too kindly to gatecrashers…  Nice place though.


nom nom nom

13Oct09

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Ella Café

177 Bedford Ave
(btwn 7th St & 8th St)
Brooklyn, NY 11211

Eleven bucks for a delicious tofu lasagne with a side of fries and salad is slightly amazing, don’t you think? Made all the more impressive by the BYOB policy and the lovely staff that don’t chase you out the door when you’re clearly the last people there and they clearly want to close.