It’s Octobeer! We recommend this NYC Beer Gardens App to plan weekend fun and get in the fall weather beer drinking festivities.
Saturday, October 6
Hey science nerds, The Lamont-Doherty Earth Observatory is hosting its biannual open house today! Check out free shuttles from Manhattan to get your fill of nature and perhaps learn something too!
There are tons of events going on today for the 10th annual Open House New York. Check out the schedule!
Check out the Circle of Dance exhibit, this weekend only at the National Museum of the American Indian in downtown Manhattan.
The Deadly Gentlemen are playing a FREE concert at Madison Square Park! They’re an alternative bluegrass band with tight harmonies, a great sense of humor, rap-like lyrics and give fantastic live performances.
Brooklyn Pour is finally here! If you love beer, fall, or Brooklyn, you don’t want to skip this annual event put on by the Village Voice.
Sunday, October 7
One of our favorite Fall bars, Burnside, is hosting a $25 tasting event (4 beers AND cheese curds), which will donate 80% of proceeds to the Obama Campaign. No matter what your political affiliation is, we’re pretty psyched about this deal. Also, CHEESE CURDS.
Columbia is hosting its first fall music festival featuring local artists and rumored free food.
No Comments | Posted on October 6, 2012 | Categories: Event-Related, From the Blog, Weekend Forecast
Imagine my surprise when, as I was filtering through last week’s pile of Columbia University associated e-mails (Donate blood, [insert random acronym here] weekly newsletter, Dinner and a Movie with Dean Moody-Adams), I actually came across something I wanted to do:
Welcome to the Table: A Cultural Food Journey and Cooking Demonstration with none other than Marcus Samuelsson.
Marcus Samuelsson who?
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No Comments | Posted on October 25, 2009 | Categories: Dining, Event-Related, From the Blog
Which is better—Twitter or Facebook? Who was the best boy band—New Kids on the Block or N*Sync? What do you like better—fake boobs or the real things?
From the trifling to the tasteless, these are just a tasting of the topics that were mulled over at VH1’s The Great Debate: Ivy League Throwdown Kick Off held live in Herald Square on Monday. Debate teams from the nearby Ivy Leagues—the University of Pennsylvania, Yale, Harvard, and Columbia—paired up to duke it out verbally. Sillier prompts like, “What’s the best dance craze—the YMCA or the Macarena?” started the first round, in which top debaters from UPenn and Columbia pitted their pop culture wits against each other.
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No Comments | Posted on July 9, 2009 | Categories: Event-Related, From the Blog, Greenwich Village
On the subway platform at 116th and Broadway, five well-dressed young women in matching heels tried to apply makeup to each other. Some 95 blocks downtown the doors had just opened at the Chelsea club and restaurant Duvet for “Sexxx in the City,” a monstrous gathering of NYC’s newest undergrads that began, somewhat notoriously, as an all-invited bash in the cramped Carman double of one Stephan Vincenzo (CC 12), which the Facebook savvy folks at Columbia ResLife managed to break up weeks before a single freshmen arrived on campus. The aborted kickback then developed, with help from some New York natives, into what promised to be “the hottest party of the year.” That promise notwithstanding, Stephan warned all invitees in a mass e-mail that the bar would be alcohol free, “but,” he hastened to add, “can you say Pre-Game lol.” And judging from their success with the makeup, these ladies clearly could.
At Duvet, the freshmen were herded, abattoir-style, through a line that rounded itself up and down the 21st St sidewalk, giving partygoers a taste of the shove-and-be-shoved intimacy of the goings-on inside. Bouncers who knew full well that this was an event for college freshmen called out: “Twenty-one? Anyone over here twenty-one?” Inexplicably, a gaggle of girls shot their hands up and rushed to the front of the line. One could not remember her address; another, in a flustered attempt to produce the birthday printed on her plastic, claimed to have been born in the year 2000; yet another offered to pay to get the confiscated I.D. back (it was a legit driver’s license, apparently it just wasn’t hers). Meanwhile, a young man in a button-down pink shirt, the collar popped, sneered: “Why is the place called Duvet? Isn’t that, like, French for ‘ass-shower’?”
Inside, patrons were stripped of cigarette packs, purses were raided, dubious bottles of Coke and Vitamin Water hastily consumed (apparently a lot of 2012ers can say “Pre-Game lol”). By the time the party had started, over 1100 attendees had, per instructions on the event’s Facebook page, RSVPd to get their names on a guest list that promised reduced admission. Cashiers, however, extracted 20 bucks from everyone at the door, responding to the odd protest with a curt: “Yeah, yeah, everyone’s on some list. That’ll be twenty.”
The Duvet’s bar—dubbed the “ice bar” for its translucent white tabletops and counters—served up a small menu of grenadine-soda-and-fruit-juice specials that nobody seemed to go for. On the dance floor, one DJ hollered, “Columbia? NYU? Fordham? Where you at?” eliciting whoops of enthusiastic collegiate pride from the sweaty-faced, hip-grinding crowd. Those not on the dance floor relocated in packs to the large white canopy beds, looming over the crowd and lavishly dressed in white curtains. Some stood up and danced on the beds and tabletops to the encouraging white flashes of a camera. Others departed in droves as early as 11, hustling to the exits in conga lines that weaved their way through the dance floor like violent veins. Still others stuck around and withdrew into their iPhones, Blackberries, and Sidekicks, hurriedly texting away in the corners of vacant booths, leaning on empty barstools, idling near the bathroom door, and looking up every now and again to see if anyone had recognized them yet.
Of course, no single party or event could possibly unite an entire class. And, indeed, as many people seemed to fit in with the crowd as people seemed overwhelmed by it. But it was noble and encouraging that the folks at 11th Floor Entertainment—the group of students that organized the event—went and put something together, something that, in a single night, seemed to capture all the chaos, confusion, exhilarating ups and dispiriting downs of those first tastes of college life. It seems inevitable for Sexxx in the City to go down in the collective history of the Class of 2012 as the first major “one of those nights.” May it not be the last.
No Comments | Posted on September 2, 2008 | Categories: Chelsea, From the Blog, Nightlife