It’s your weekly roundup of parties and shenanigans to ensure you are completely unrested come Monday morning! But, lucky us, we can be even LESS rested than usual because, incase you missed it, Christmas is next week! I for one know I’ll be away hanging with family and doing lots of eating and, admittedly, sleeping (gasp! What else is there really to do in Ohio though?) so we need to get all of the party out of our systems STAT. “Doctor, proceed with the emergency party extraction surgery. I’m aware of the risks.” Have a safe weekend, a happy holiday, and see you freaks at New Years!
It’s time to party. Oh, you’re tired? I know it’s been a long week, but you’re not tired. I mean, you might think you’re tired–but you’re not. You see, this is Brooklyn, where no matter what time a day or what day of the week, people (probably a big group of people) are celebrating and drinking and dancing somewhere. Celebrating what? Anything. Everything. Birthdays, holidays, triumphs, fashion, music, science, freedom, sexuality, growth, birth, life, death… but, underneath whatever they tell themselves they’re celebrating, they’re really celebrating Brooklyn. We all know Brooklyn is special. Not just because bars and clubs are open until four or because it’s never that hard to find a warehouse or roof raging until long after the sun comes up, although those things certainly don’t hurt. Brooklyn is special because of the energy that lives inside of it, the energy it graciously gives us, say for example, to get out of bed when we’re the most hungover we’ve ever been in our entire lives. And it’s the same energy that regularly drives us to work 12-hour days or ride our bike up the Williamsburg bridge. We deserve to take in that energy when we need it because when we finally celebrate, all that energy gets filtered right back into Brooklyn. So, hop to it. We’ve brought you a concise plan for the best late-night parties this weekend so you can cut through all the bullshit and get to celebrating. Celebrate everything. Celebrate Brooklyn, because you’ll sleep when you’re dead. Or even just when you don’t live in Brooklyn anymore.