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Look at this photo.

Also. This night happened recently and I forgot about it.

NYC Nightlife Test: The number of really awful gay remixes is directly proportional to the number of man-nipples on display in the crowd. True Story.

Well. Last night was certainly the most “creative” strip show I’ve ever seen.

There are a lot of after-hours work-related events I don’t always get to attend because my Life Schedule is all over the place. Clubs, hotels, restaurants etc. will have us over so we can experience the venue, drink some free booze, and network.

Let me tell you. I was not all the way prepared for last night. It was a gorgeous space though:

A crappy bridge collapsed in Washington State yesterday afternoon.

Look at this.

Here’s an aerial image of the collapsed I-5 Bridge from Air 4 twitter.com/komonews/statu…

— KOMO News (@komonews)

May 24, 2013

Crashed into the river with cars and everything on it. And my friends give me side-eye whenever I’m going across a bridge white-knuckled with my eyes closed. This is America and we have a real crusty old crumbly infrastructure okay? These things happen.

Anti-Gay Hate Crimes in NYC

Buzzfeed has a timeline of our recent spate of gay attacks here in the city. The gay community here is upset and ready to fight back and organize patrols and gangs and protests in response, but really, none of those things would have prevented any of these attacks from happening. I keep seeing “bash back!” on social media from enraged gays….but what does that even mean? Are we going to beat up on people who look like they might be homophobic before they can beat up on us?

So I went to Escuelita a lil’ while ago.

Me. Basically all night. And everyone else. Basically all night.

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The most densely populated island in the world.

Brooklyn Industries is awful.

Let me tell you about trying to get your money back from there because it is basically impossible.

There are no yeast rolls in NYC.

And I’m sick of it. I think I’ve finally reached my breaking point with all this hard-ass bread they put in front of you whenever you go to dinner in NYC.

I want.
A fucking.
Yeast. Damn. Roll.