Whatever you usually do with your Thursday nights, it won't come close to the circus of debauchery you could be getting into at 3 Ring Thursdays, a weekly pre-game extravaganza dreamt up by the masterminds behind Johnny Utah's Monday Night Party - Matt Assante, Dustin Terry and Bobby Rossi.
Premiering this April Fool's Day at Carnival, 3 Ring Thursdays promises to rile up your inner snake charmer while unveiling this vaudeville-dipped-in-booze spectacular that's taking the city by the tusks and luring it deep within the tents of the bizarre. Lacquer up with liquor from their carnival-themed drink menu, douse your inner-child with uninhibited liberation while throwing baseballs at stacked milk bottles, or hit the dance floor like an uncaged tiger while letting loose to the music of DJ Steve Powers.
Remember The Flying Nun? That was strange, right?
Well, how about drag queen nuns? Where exactly does that land on the nuns and weirdness scale?
The Sin Sity Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence don't care what you think of their drag nun fun, as long as you're open to helping their cause (and no, it's not a grease and glitter fundraiser).
They are a community devoted organization who work together to help those who can't help themselves and in the past two years, the Sin Sity Sisters have raised approximately $200,000 for its Sisters AIDS Drug Assistance Program (SADAP).
Last Saturday, more than 1,800 people achieved nirvana at the opening of Heaven, Eduardo Cordova's new creation. For one night each weekend, Bare Pool at the Mirage transforms into an outdoor nightclub with a rotating selection of superstar DJs and celebrities appearances. This past week, resident DJs the Perry Twins and performers from O and Le Reve decked out only in Speedos provided some eye candy and entertainment for the party's opening. And though the party is catered towards the LGBT crowd, it's "Rated E for everyone."
When I think of museums, several conflicting notions come to mind: 1) museums are filled with beautiful, priceless works of art, 2) I don't know what makes priceless works of art so special, 3) everything is cold, sterile, and reminds me of the hospital and 4) I am not allowed to touch anything. This is not to suggest that I don't appreciate visual art but, to my mind, museums are places best loved by minimalists and the obsessive-compulsive.
the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum is
not like any other museum.
When it opened back in 1903, the namesake of the ISGM had specially designed the building (a three-storey Venetian-style palace called Fenway Court) to house her beloved collection and share with the public her passion for the arts. Every inch of the place carries on Gardner's name and the exact arrangement of artwork she originally intended. Like most museums, nothing in the ISGM has been moved for over a century (with the exception of that one time, you know, during the heist). But unlike its colleagues, the Gardner makes you feel as though you've been invited into someone's house for a few drinks and a look at some art. It just happens to be a really nice house with really nice art.
Firewaters, located on the boardwalk level of the Tropicana casino in Atlantic City is a stand alone bar. Firewaters offers over 50 draft beers, and 50 different varieties of bottled beer as well. With all these options it's likely that almost anyone can find a beer to enjoy.
The establishment's most popular drafts are the ever-popular Miller lite, and Delaware-based brewery's, Dogfish Head 90 Minute Brew. While craft beers can be mass produced, for the most part they are brewed on a smaller scale because they appeal to a smaller taste audience. The range and variety of these beers is great and since Firewaters has so many to offer it is a great place to experiment with a variety of beers in both bottle and draft form.
Jet's new Monday night party, The Cat's Meow hosted by Felix da Housecat, is sure to become a local favorite. Every four to six weeks when Felix returns, Jet becomes a turn of the century Coney Island-esque traveling carnival, home to sexy sideshows and circus acts such as a tattooed woman, snake charmer, Siamese Twins, and a stilt-walker.
The steam from the subway grate filters up, casting eerie shadows on 23rd Street, the light plays tricks on figures of the night, collapsing into alleyways jutting east and west across 6th Avenue. The unmistakable sirens in the distance precipitate danger, a danger known only to those who know the streets, who know the faces, those who find time irreplaceable and yet, entirely mundane. To look back on the ghosts of twenty years ago, a pulsating image haunts the minutes approaching midnight as the gothic façade of a blackened church on the corner of 20th Street and 6th Avenue fades into perspective.
137 Essex Street
New York, NY 10002
Joonbug's glamorous event staff joined legendary night club owners Ronnie Kaplan and Jay DeLalla of Foundation for their kickoff weekend on Manhattan's hip and trendy Lower East Side. For their premier opening night, Kaplan and DeLalla provided world-class bottle service as well as a complex array of New York's hottest beats from the DJ well into the early hours of the morning. In a gloriously glammed up version of the former Rewind Bar and Lounge, Foundation complexly restructured the interior with sophisticated perfection with seven miniature chandeliers along with a draped ceiling adjacent to an alcove which can host up to a hundred people. Two, full-service bars adorn opposite ends of the venue in an attempt to even out the stunningly sexy crowd throughout the club. Designers also strategically placed the state-of-the-art DJ booth in the center of the action, allowing the fresh and intrinsic sounds to transfix nightlife enthusiasts in every corner.
Last Friday, March 19th, international DJ Benny Benassi made the speakers purr at Pacha NYC. The line wound around the block at midnight as an eager and slightly agitated crowd pressed forward in an attempt to experience a live set from one of Italy's finest DJ's. "Why are you letting that guy in? He's wearing a t-shirt!" yelled a sweater-clad club goer at the doorman. Even if that guy got in, he would have been forced to strip off that cardigan and embrace his white v-neck tee while pressed among the sweaty masses that packed the club. If standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Jersey Shore wannabes and rubbing against shirtless meatheads didn't make attendees feel dirty, Benassi's filthy beats certainly did the trick.
Upon entering Habibi's Lounge, I kept thinking to myself, this looks like someone's cool basement. The only difference between your personal basement and the casual venue is the lounging strangers sitting on patterned sofas, mingling around, and smoking hookahs.
While I am no stranger to venues with an international theme, this place came as a big surprise to me, or should I say, small surprise. Small as in the venue, and small as in the limited number of ways to pass your time other than by smoking hookah. However, as my first hookah experience, it wasn't too bad though I had my gripes about it's ambience and presentation.