Creagh, the next time you have me design a puke-themed ad on a day when I am as hung over as today, I will throw up ON YOU.
OK, just had to get that out.
Happy 14th to Boom Boom Room, booming as ever down at Green Dolphin Street. Did you know that it is currently the longest-running club night in the country? In you face, NYC!
So this issue is trying to be a lot of things: Irish, blasphemous, tit-filled. I feel I've upped the inappropriateness quotient a notch or two. To wit - what would happen if St. Patrick had been crowned with shamrocks and mercilessly crucified? Well, Charlie on the cover is attempting to touch on that. So glad that at the last minute, we went with the green blood. Really grabs, don't you think?
Hey, Tracy. I hope our readers aren't 'lactose-intolerant.' I've seen titties at Madrigal's, but this is ridiculous.
Heartless Bitch put on a lollapalooza of a show at Spin. I intuited, when at the beginning of Tamale's act they brought out a plastic sheet, that something was a'brewin'. Could I ever have guessed that she would pull out two bottles of Hershey's syrup and make a mess? No. I'll never think of chocolate milk in the same way. All the fuzzy childhood memories have been supplanted by her tits.
Happy birthdays to Donna at The Closet and Scottie at Nutbush.
Oh, and if you are one of the 3 people on Earth not at Circuit this weekend, you gotta go!