Well, this is it, FIPSters. My last edition of WHASSUP. Please—don't shed a tear. It's been a good ride. I told you to do some shit. You may, or may not have done said shit. That's a symbiotic relationship that we enjoyed and ain't nobody shedding tears over sybiosis.
I leave you with no fanfare, just these sage words. Keep mining the hood for new cool shit to do. Get analog in this virtual world and introduce yourself to your neighbors, give your bartender an extra tip, buy a homeless dude a cup of coffee, smile at someone on the sidewalk or subway, honk less, help an old lady cross the road. Basically, participate in the world around you. New York can be an amazing adventure, or very closed off. It all depends on how you choose to approach it. There's no good reason for us all to be isolated. Sure we live on top of each other with very little space to call our own. Make the most of it because you chose it.
So, for the last time, WHASSUP? This is WHASSUP:
Thursday, 10/9, Jon Ronson Invites You To…An Evening of Public Shaming: This look into the human psyche will make you think twice before you call out a co-worker for yanking it in the restroom on company time. $10, 7pm doors, 7:30pm show
Friday, 10/10, Love Child, Dinosaur BBQ Brooklyn: I’m sure Love Child is excellent and musically relevant, but I really only give a shit about the mac and cheeze. Yes, that’s cheeze with a Z. FREE, 10pm
Saturday, 10/11, Lakeside’s Backyard Jamboree, Prospect Park: I hope you’re up for some cousin lovin’ because this shit-kicker of an afternoon promises to delight even the “citiest” of city folk with their pumpkin decorating, line dancing, crafts, and all manner of shindig-ery. 11am-5pm