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Bedbugs At Court Street Movie Theater? [HERRRRE WE GO AGAIN]

So, as you all know: I have vowed to never, ever, NEVER step foot in the Court Street movie theater again.

Thanks to an anon FIPS tipster, I've now got a reason that you all should do the same: BEDBUGS.

Yes, I admit, we are kinda bedbug obsessed around this bitch, but I can't help it...I am so very afraid. And shit like this doesn't help:


So, this is going to be an awkward email, but I figured I should let somebody know what went down this weekend.

I've been avoiding movie theaters in Manhattan and Brooklyn for the past couple weeks since I heard about the theater in Times Square getting shut down due to bedbugs.  My friends made me feel totally crazy and my boyfriend eventually talked me into going to the UA Court Street in Carroll Gardens (is it?) Sunday night  to see a movie.  I tried to not be skeeved out and we got in a cab.

We were walking in to get our tickets, when some guy comes out going "Bedbugs! Don't go in there unless you want bedbugs!"  I figured it was some douchebag guy just trying to rile up the masses, but we went over to him to see whats up.  HE HAD A BEDBUG IN A BAG THAT HE FOUND IN THE THEATER.  He'd found it ON HIS SHIRT in Theater 11, and trapped it in a soda cup with a napkin (which were also in the plastic bag when he showed us).  And apparently when he complained to management, they said something about having had screened for them the day before.  Uhh.

This guy wasn't full of shit, after all.  I saw the fucking bedbug.  I did not see a movie.  You could not have gotten me out of there fast enough.

So, I'm bummed and also freaked out, but felt it's my moral obligation as a Park Slope citizen to let you know.



(PS. You better believe I did a full body scan as soon as I got home.  I'm fine).

Do with this information what you will, ppl.


Great Lakes is Anti-Great Lakes

FIPS reader Paul is non too pleased with the beer selection at Great Lakes. Here's why:

Park Slope has 43 bars, according to New York Magazine, making it second only to Williamsburg (in Brooklyn), which has 77. While this seems like it could only be great news for our Park Slope alcohol enthusiasts, not surprisingly, many Park Slope bars seem to have an identity crisis. I’ll start with Great Lakes.

I’ll be honest; I go to bars for three reasons: to drink, hook up, and escape the summer heat because I’m a writer and a jazz musician, so I’m clearly too busy saving money for much-needed booze to afford A/C. Naturally, I’ve been spending a lot of time at the bars of our lovely garden district this summer, having just moved here in July from the city. Being a Great Laker myself, hailing originally from Michigan, my Minnesota roommate and I recently decided to finally check out Great Lakes. Only, did you know that Great Lakes doesn't have a single fucking Great Lake beer on draft!?

Don’t they think the midwest you snobby east coasters always make fun of brews good beer? In a New York Times beer tasting from earlier this year, the No. 1 and No. 4 beers, out of 20, were both from Dexter, Michigan: the Oro de Calabaza, from Jolly Pumpkin; and the Good Harbor Golden Ale, from Leelanau.

So Great Lakes is fucked up. But what’s even more fucked up is that you could walk across the street to the stellar High Dive during the month of July to find beers from Jolly Pumpkin and Atwater -- a Detroit brewery -- on draft. Walk south to Barbes, and you’ll find the kicks-the-shit-out-of-any-Brooklyn-Brewery-beer Founders Rye P.A., of Grand Rapids, Michigan, on draft. The High Dive and Barbes are respectively crushing it, not only with beer, but with free popcorn and basically free live music (suggested donation).

I’ll be back to report on the other 40 or so bars in Park Slope that I haven’t belittled here yet. Maybe Union Hall will be up next -- I know I’m new here, but what the fuck is up with their Dave and Busters meets Mystery Theater vibe?

Is Paul alone or does anyone else give a shit about this Great Lakes/Great Lakes sitch?



Look ppl, the choice is yours: either stop having bebes or get rich enough to send your kids to private school. Cause there ain't no more room in either P.S. 321 on 7th Ave OR P.S. 39 on Sixth Ave. 

According to the Daily News:

The most popular schools admitted just a fraction of pre-K kids at the same time there were dramatic increases in the number of applicants: PS 321 in Park Slope had space for just 12 of 475 applicants this year; last school year there were 292 applicants for 48 slots. At PS 39 on Sixth Ave., there were 406 applicants for 36 slots this school year; last year 236 kids applied. And P.S. 10 got 499 applications for 36 pre-K spots.

This pre-K shit show is apparently going down because waaay more people are poor now and can't afford private school, so they want their kids to slum it in public school. And since school budgets are being slashed too, the schools can't add enough seats to meet the needs of the community.
Oh wellzers...guess that leaves way more time for all the kiddos to play with rocket balloons in the park!

Praise the Lord! We Found a Parking Spot in Central Slope on Labor Day

photo: APFor the first time in the history of our Labor Day return to Park Slope, we timed it right!

To all you of my fellow quiche-eating, limo-liberal, volvo-driving neighbors coming home from the Hamptons/Cape/Columbia County/Vineyard, the hour is nigh.

6 pm!

No traffic. Not even getting over the GW Bridge. Revelers from the West Indian Day Parade packing up to go home. And it took us once around the block to find a parking spot.

It's a miracle! I've seen the light.

Now, tell me what I missed, how the feathers flew, and your best parking secrets for other high-traffic holidays.


Happy Hurricaine Earl Day, Y'All!

Yep, today's the day Hurricane Earl is supposed to hit NYC (or Eastern Long Island, rather). But DON'T WORRY! The MTA has a gameplan!

Perhaps you might recall the day in August, 2007 it basically just rained v. fucking hard, and the subway system was pretty much just shut down due to flooding? Yep...good times all around.

So, the crack team of visionaries over at MTA headquarters are busily planning and plotting about how to make sure that shit doesn't happen again. I think the chances of them actually avoiding another day long shit-show (if in fact it does get all hurricaine'd up around here) are about as good as Lindsay Lohan avoiding any future arrests for the rest of her life. But whatevs...snaps for trying.

And sidenote: am I *really* supposed to be afraid of a fucking hurricane named Earl? I'm picturing some dude sitting out in a broken lawn chair in front of his double wide with his 4 front teeth missing. I think the hurricane naming people need to get with the Blackberry naming people and have them help come up with some goddammned ideas that strike fear in the hearts of the general population: Hurricane Brutus! Hurricane Remington! That's the sort of shit that would make me go out and buy 900 bottles of water and 178 batteries.


Hope we don't all die today!