Monday, September 14, 2009

Noted

Speaking of Bond and Bowery. On Saturday morning, I came upon the trash leftover from the Fashion's Night Out Bond Street's Mini-Block Party from Thursday...champagne and pony bottles of Colt 45.






Colt 45? Another example of the faux urban realism that makes the privileged Bowery invaders feel more authentic. Just down the street, the men from the Shelter congregated at the now-vacated Kelly and Ping space were sipping 40-ounce bottles of malt liquor from brown paper bags.

5 comments:

Bowery Boogie said...

40 oz bottles of Colt 45? lemme guess, bars will start serving this too, a la PBR.

Goggla said...

The C45 will be served in a flute with ice cubes and a lemon wedge...$9.

EV Grieve said...

Hmm...how about pricing for C45 bottle service at tables?

Goggla said...

Is that with or without the lap dance?

Anonymous said...

The "new" New York makes me fucking sick. I wish these asswipes would go back to Oregon, or whatever middle upper class suburb they come from.