Saint Patrick’s Day is almost upon us – and that means more drunken, green debauchery than pretty much anybody can handle – just the way we like it! So to get you in the mood for all the green beer, pinching and general mayhem that takes place on this holy holiday (it is honoring a Saint, for f**k’s sake), we’ve put together this compilation of sexy St. Patty’s Day party girl pics. Slainte!
1. Wear a tuxedo shirt and black bow tie, which would create a dichotomy that says I’m sophisticated enough to open a bottle of wine………. then beat you to death with it afterward…so don’t cause any trouble.
2. Stand in front of a velvet rope and memorize key phrases like:
“HAVE YOUR IDs OUT OR YOU’RE NOT GETTING IN!”
or
“SORRY GUYS I CAN’T LET YOU IN! LADIES RIGHT THIS WAY!”
For added effect, I’d throw in, “DON’T TOY WITH ME, I’M JUST NOT IN THE MOOD!”
3. The backbone to bouncing is checking IDs. Sure, it’s reading just a bunch of numbers off a plastic card. That’s why you should make a huge production out it.
Pull out a flashlight and hold it over my head, giving the impression you’ve been trained in special flashlight use not available to the general public.
No matter how old the patron looks, do the following: (more…)
Wait, check that, Mur.Mur is the best club on the east coast. Bold statement I know, but it is a true statement none the less.
I’ve hit some of the hottest clubs in the New York City area – they’re all sweet but on Saturday September 27th I visited Mur.Mur at the Borgata and it blew everything I’ve ever known away. (more…)
Facebook went from an exclusive college thing, to a billion dollar operation in about five years. That’s probably a pretty good business plan. Now that the world has Facebook, Facebook has the world. Just like in the real world where good friends and good times are mixed with creepy guys and drive by shootings, Facebook brings a new flair to the internet stalking scene. So we decided to divulge into a Stone Phillips-like look at the creepy world of Facebook, and the guys who dominate the landscape. (more…)
New York Magazine does these Sex Diaries that are sometimes cool, sometimes lame. Sometimes they’re interesting portrayals of every day life, and sometimes they make it seem like EVERYONE in New York City is having copious amounts of crazy sex — which isn’t always the case, btw. What would happen, I wondered, if someone blogged about their sex life for a week? Would it be cooler? Funnier? More believable?
College Candy was lucky enough to have a self professed “Relentlessly Unromantic, Self-Absorbed, Single Stripper” write an in depth SexBlog about a week of her life.