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Wednesday
Mar172010

St. Patrick's Day: Stay Home or Go Balls Out?

Usually, I look for any excuse to drink.  Weekends, weeknights, good days, bad days, football games, baby showers, funerals—you know how I roll.  

But there's something about St. Patrick's Day that categorically terrifies me.  The crowds! The brawls! The leprechauns!

I just want to get through today without seeing or smelling vomit anywhere.  If I do that, I win.

So, are you going out?  Or are you staying in to avoid the puke-covered ruckus? 

 

Wednesday
Mar172010

Who Gives A Shit: Could You Live Anywhere Else?

OK, in case you didn't notice that Meredith (and Allison) were pretty much writing alllll the posts around here for the past couple of days, they were. Cause yeah: my ass was in Austin for SXSW getting ed-u-macated about the internet-n-shit.

Anyway, my little sidetrip to Austin got me thinking: would it be possible for me to ever live there? Like outside of NYC? Somewhere else?

For me, my answer is pretty much no. NYC has ruined me for any other city (with the exception of mebbe mebbe Los Angeles). And I'm not counting anywhere else outside of the U.S., cause duh: I could totally move to Florence with no problemo tomorrow and not even think twice about it.

But I'm wondering what's up with you guys: Could you/would you live anywhere else? If so, where?

Wednesday
Mar172010

EAT YOUR HEART(BURN) OUT: TACOS!

Fuck this writing thing.  I've found my new calling: competitive eating.  Of course, I'm not a Japanese dude, and I'm basically done in after a slice and a half of pizza.  But no matter.  I'll be getting my start* at the Barrio Taco Eating Contest.

Yes, let me say it again: BARRIO TACO EATING CONTEST.

Thursday, March 18, drag your asses down to 210 Seventh Avenue (you know, that gigantic pink and orange place that's equally as offensive to the eyes as it is freaking delicioso) at 7pm.  Bring a shit ton of antacid.  Only rule: first clean plate wins.

I've always found eating contests (Wikipedia says "competitive eating" is actually a thing) to be the most repusive thing in the word.  Like, I physically shudder every time I pass the countdown clock at Nathan's on Coney Island.  But there's something about Coop-crazed, latte sippers stuffing their faces with upscale fair that tickles me pink (and orange, I guess).

You game?  Email Barrio to let them know you're in.  Prize is a $100 gift certificate, and I guess the glory of being the grossest yuppie on the Slope.  I promise up and down I will post photos if you send them to us.

(via 24/Seven)

*This is a gigantic lie.

Tuesday
Mar162010

GET DRUNK ON CUPCAKES: DEEP FRIED REDUX

St. Pat knows his fucking cupcakes. (Cupcake photo: Amber)

Unless you're totally illiterate actually blind, by now, you know that the FIPS staff basically come at the mere mention of Robicelli's deep fried cupcakes.  Lest you forget, they're like sex.  Or drugs.  Probably both at once.

Since you're already all going to be smashed to smitherines, drunk as fuck, or whatever collegeate-derived substitute you use to describe your incapacitated, alcoholic selves on St. Patrick's Day tomorrow, why not visit cupcake nirvana, too?  ESPECIALLY if you missed Part I at Union Hall.

Robicelli's will be instating the return of the deep fried cupcake at The Double Windsor tomorrow night, frying up Car Bomb cupcakes (chocolate Guinness cake with Jameson whiskey ganache and Bailey's buttercream, yes pul-leaze) from 6 p.m. until the cupcakes run out, or everyone at the bar is too gone to work a deep fryer.  Or stand.  Whichever comes first.

I'm not sure who else from the FIPS crew will be there, but this shit's right around the corner from my place, so I'll see you all there.  I'm boring and sober, but hand me your cameras, and I promise I'll document all of the things you don't want to remember on Thursday morning.  And I can tell you who won't be there - motherfucking babies.

Tuesday
Mar162010

POST-APOCALYPTIC OPEN THREAD

Time for another open thread!  What's on your mind, Slopers?

Did you survive the WTF wind apocalypse that happened over the weekend?  I didn't acually realize the world had fallen apart until I went out for my Sunday morning run around the Prospect Park loop, and got transported to the opening of the Wizard of Oz.

BALLERS, got any sexy gossip for me?  I guess I'll take unsexy gossip, too.  But I'll imagine you naked while I'm reading your comment.

BREEDERS, did you beat the weather blues by staying inside and swinging while exploiting the babysitting services of your nearest YMCA branch?  Did I just plant a fantastic idea?

Erica's ass has been too busy living it up in Austin at SXSW, so she's clearly out of the loop.  Fill her in...and keep the rest of us busy at work!

3...2...1...openthreadstreetfighterGO!

EDIT: Thanks to our awesome open thread, FIPS has a March Madness ESPN pool.  Find us here, password fips.  Amazing prize TBD, besides the obvious glory that comes along with it.