“What did you do last night?”

It’s a question that often goes unanswered and maybe that’s for the best because the only clues you have are rather discerning (ie. waking up in someone elses’ pants or finding a tattoo of betty boop on your ankle or perhaps finding that you have a plane ticket to miami mysteriously scheduled for the following weekend). This past weekend I would discover that these are not exaggerated tales attempting to glorify a night of reckless drinking… they are (and I am living proof) ridiculous truths.

Like so many other New York hot spots, “Pink Elephant” is surrounded by velvet ropes, bouncers that answer to “Gus”, disco balls, teensy girls in teensy skirts, drugs, overpriced drinks and that guy who had one-too-many performing a very public (and very unsolicited) strip show. I came here with some friends and we got in, having mistaken it for another club called “Mansion”… but this was one mistake I would not regret. Read More »

Dear Senior,

Right about now you are probably rolling a keg back to your house and getting ready to celebrate your last last final. How exciting! Drink up, friend. Drink until the sun (or your lunch) comes up. Take shots, do keg stands, play a long and telling game of Never Have I Ever. Enjoy it.

You are going to need it. Once finals are over and you have tossed that over-priced cap into the air, the real work begins. Unless you, like everyone else, decide to take that 6 week trip to Europe, in which case the real work doesn’t begin until you’ve smuggled your Absinthe back into the country and unpack that over-sized backpack.

This work I speak of is not the job you will be getting post graduation; it is the apartment. The New York Times recently ran a story talking all about the infamous apartment hunt. The article is long and sort of eh, so I will recap it for you here:Finding an apartment in a big city is really f*cking hard. Read More »

• Dorks need to get their anger out somewhere…and you know they aren’t going to the gym!

• “It was an incredible experience. There was smoke coming out of my arm and my burnt flesh smelled like a cross between chicken and bacon.” Incredible indeed.

• Video: Our Vlogger is back! Let Jen share her “Deal Breakers” with you and share your own!

• Why is calling a bar Drunkenstein’s a liability? You go to a bar to get drunk even if it was called Soberstein’s, so what’s the problem?

• They were going to Miami! Of course he was drunk!

• Have a little extra time in the morning? Let us tell you why you should get it on in the AM!

• COED Magazine lists the 20 Rules of Boozing!

Okay, so clearly I don’t dance like Britney Spears (although I guess she doesn’t really dance anymore either), and I know I don’t look like Aubrey from Diddy’s Danity Kane, but hey, when no one is looking, I can shake my ba-dunk-a-dunk, pop and lock and even do a spin or two. And I swear if I take a quick (like speed of light quick) glimpse in the mirror I can see a six-pack of my very own. Hey a girl can dream right?!

Well now, we can do more than just dream. Thanks to my favorite dance studio on earth, NYC’s notorious Broadway Dance Center, you can take dance lessons from the best of them. Famous for choreographing moves for the rich and famous, today’s hottest choreographers are heading out on the Pulse Tour 2007-2008. Read More »