Once again, the management wishes to thank those of you who braved last night's sub-arctic temperatures and came to Rififi for the third installment of Low-Life. All reports indicate that every single one of us is nursing a mind-devouring hangover today, but it was totally worth it. The nothing-but-80s-new-wave experiment went off without a hitch, and everyone semed to be enjoying themselves [too much]. The surprise of the night? "In a Big Country" got a more enthusiastic response than "Sunglasses at Night."
Speaking of the nightlife, this article from the New York Post is really depressing. Luna Lounge is closing and yucky people are taking over the Lower East Side. Okay, only the former can be considered news, but it's still a bummer. Also, as you have probably gleaned from the big headlines on the cover of every trashy NYC paper, an actress was shot to death last night at the corner of Clinton and Rivington. How do I know she was an actress? Because every single headline says so. What if she had been a plumber*? Would today's Daily News have proclaimed, "Aspiring plumber shot and killed on Lower East Side?" Is her death somehow more tragic because she was just one audition away from that guest shot on Desperate Housewives?
I *heart* the internets. This morning we were wondering how to spell "Kemo Sabe." In roughly 1.6 seconds, we knew the correct spelling and a ton of other interesting and useless information. Also, a four-disc Stereolab boxed set is coming out. Learning (and being a consumer) is FUN-damental!
Finally, thanks to Lindsayism for the five seconds of blog-lebrity. Fame is nearly as intoxicating as chasing crystal meth with ether. ["The Faces of Meth" link via Lindsayism.com]
*BONUS ACTIVITY!!
Name the movie:
"Ray, this is 1987. Do you know that a girl can be whatever she wants to be?"
"I know, my mom's a plumber."
"That explains a lot about you, Ray."
First person to get the correct answer receives a miniscule elevation of their self-esteem.
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