Since Gossip Cbus began, I’ve been swamped with e-mail (thanks for the love)… While I’ve tried to give individual responses to several, I also know that some of the questions are questions others may have and thus, answering them publicly would be better… Therefore, from time to time, I will answer questions where everyone can see them…
Q: Can’t wait for Stealth & Style 2… When will it be posted?
A: Stealth & Style 2 shopping will occur between April 23-25. The reactions will begin appearing on April 27.
Q: You covered the Clippers opening day… So did everyone else… What is your rest of the season plan?
A: As I have stated previously, our coverage will include specific notable contests and the social aspect. With the new park and venues competing for the post contest crowd, I assume that our coverage will be extensive. However, every event is subject to scheduling.
Q: I haven’t seen anything on here about the spring game… Will you have any coverage?
A: The Ohio State spring game, the contest itself and it’s social aspect, is one of the most treasured and unique events in this city. While we are undetermined concerning the coverage angle, there will be coverage… I promise…
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Always Live
When I considered potential initiations, only one person seemed appropriate… Crown Princess Kadi (who else would I have said?)… Our conversation (you can’t avoid a thirty minute conversation with her, she is that adorable), covers opening day, parking problems, other venue’s tactics, this website, the upcoming Lodge Bar Derby. Kadi also references one of my favorite evenings… The night she danced on Lodge Bar’s speakers…
Quick Read
Tom Reed’s excellent front-page story about the lack of playoff and offseason NHL drug testing perfectly offset pedestrian pieces on the ten-year anniversary of the Columbine Massacre and the Huntington Bank Park premiere.
Michael Arace (sports) makes an excellent piece in his column, that Chris Osgood has only appeared invincible… Bob Hunter (sports) types a solid column on the Clippers’ stadium debut and Shawn Mitchell’s feature (sports) on Alejando Moreno, the Columbus Crew player from Venezuela is exquisite…
Kevin Joy (Home and Garden) types the edition’s most fascinating read, “Plain to Pizzazz,” on this year’s showcase home…
Michael Arace (sports) makes an excellent piece in his column, that Chris Osgood has only appeared invincible… Bob Hunter (sports) types a solid column on the Clippers’ stadium debut and Shawn Mitchell’s feature (sports) on Alejando Moreno, the Columbus Crew player from Venezuela is exquisite…
Kevin Joy (Home and Garden) types the edition’s most fascinating read, “Plain to Pizzazz,” on this year’s showcase home…
Game Two Gives Fratricidal Fan Reason to Quit
Approximately 9:30 p.m., I stood parallel to the intersection of Armstrong and Vine Streets, across from the Garage Bar… As I awaited my chance to cross, I observed a white article of clothing flying over the white fence which surrounds the venue’s patio… After I moment, I observed the number sixty-one on the jersey, which landed on the sidewalk, steps short of traffic…
Three hours prior to this symbolic desertion, I arrived at R Bar, which once again provided an immaculate scene… The venue was crushed and the nervous energy was palpable… The Blue Jackets may be playoff inexperienced, but their fans were sports experienced enough to underline (twice, in red) the importance of this contest… Clearly, they understood 2-0 and 1-1 are two entirely different scenarios…
And for half of the first period, the Blue Jackets seemed to understand that also. For almost fourteen minutes, Rick Nash and crew attacked and Steve Mason matched Chris Osgood save for save… The Blue Jackets skated with the determination and resolve that made an even series, with a momentum contest three days away, seem absolutely certain…
Then, the Red Wings responded… With less than seven minutes remaining until intermission, Brian Rafalski scored and placed them ahead 1-0. The nervous energy quadrupled… As the Blue Jackets and Red Wings completed the first frame, one could envision a scenario where game two resembled game one… Theoretically, R Bar’s crowd was already envisioning this scenario…
I am certain the anxiety of the moment must have ceased other conversations throughout the venue… Thankfully, the conversation I was immersed within, involving R Bar Co-owners Mike and Natalie Darr (and yes, let me save you thinking, they are married) continued… You expect concept venue owners (and R Bar’s hockey theme lands within this realm) to know something about their concept… You don’t expect that they will be as smart as people who have been watching the sport for forty years… The conversation, which involved the Blue Jackets, the relocation of the Hartford Whalers, and the possibility of a contest advancing into overtime and the bar closing early, was one of the most engaging sport’s conversations I have ever had…
The Blue Jackets commenced the second period as unengaged as they had concluded the first… The Red Wings governed the pace for nine of the first ten minutes and twelve of the first fifteen… They racked their second goal seven minutes into the frame and their third fifteen and one half minutes into the frame… The nervous energy was gone… The realization that the Blue Jackets would come home trailing 2-0 was essentially guaranteed…
As the second period concluded and with the thought that the agony had to be excised in some manner, Mike and Natalie ordered five stinger shots for themselves, myself, and two others we were watching the contest with… This wasn’t my first stinger shot, but that doesn’t make it not worth recounting (I actually meant to discuss the drink on Thursday and forgot)… The concoction of Curacao, Smirnoff, and Rick Nash (kidding, they wouldn’t tell me what else is in the recipe) is exquisite… With one sip, one can imagine why the drink won best city shot…
Three minutes and a second stinger shot into the third period, the Red Wings completed the calamity… Jiri Hudler became the fourth different Detroit player to record a goal, as he placed the Red Wings ahead, by the eventual final score 4-0… What had seemed impossible only hours earlier, a second consecutive abysmal performance, was now more than reality… It was hockey history… The simple reality was that Tuesday now has only one acceptable outcome…
Maybe this was what led whomever to toss their jersey into the street… Maybe they were heckled or harassed and rather than take the embarrassment, they shed the jersey…. Or maybe they were intoxicated and the toss seemed a reasonable maneuver at the moment… Whatever the rationalization, that fan, whomever they were, gave up on the Blue Jackets… This, whether in Columbus or any city, is unforgivable…
Three hours prior to this symbolic desertion, I arrived at R Bar, which once again provided an immaculate scene… The venue was crushed and the nervous energy was palpable… The Blue Jackets may be playoff inexperienced, but their fans were sports experienced enough to underline (twice, in red) the importance of this contest… Clearly, they understood 2-0 and 1-1 are two entirely different scenarios…
And for half of the first period, the Blue Jackets seemed to understand that also. For almost fourteen minutes, Rick Nash and crew attacked and Steve Mason matched Chris Osgood save for save… The Blue Jackets skated with the determination and resolve that made an even series, with a momentum contest three days away, seem absolutely certain…
Then, the Red Wings responded… With less than seven minutes remaining until intermission, Brian Rafalski scored and placed them ahead 1-0. The nervous energy quadrupled… As the Blue Jackets and Red Wings completed the first frame, one could envision a scenario where game two resembled game one… Theoretically, R Bar’s crowd was already envisioning this scenario…
I am certain the anxiety of the moment must have ceased other conversations throughout the venue… Thankfully, the conversation I was immersed within, involving R Bar Co-owners Mike and Natalie Darr (and yes, let me save you thinking, they are married) continued… You expect concept venue owners (and R Bar’s hockey theme lands within this realm) to know something about their concept… You don’t expect that they will be as smart as people who have been watching the sport for forty years… The conversation, which involved the Blue Jackets, the relocation of the Hartford Whalers, and the possibility of a contest advancing into overtime and the bar closing early, was one of the most engaging sport’s conversations I have ever had…
The Blue Jackets commenced the second period as unengaged as they had concluded the first… The Red Wings governed the pace for nine of the first ten minutes and twelve of the first fifteen… They racked their second goal seven minutes into the frame and their third fifteen and one half minutes into the frame… The nervous energy was gone… The realization that the Blue Jackets would come home trailing 2-0 was essentially guaranteed…
As the second period concluded and with the thought that the agony had to be excised in some manner, Mike and Natalie ordered five stinger shots for themselves, myself, and two others we were watching the contest with… This wasn’t my first stinger shot, but that doesn’t make it not worth recounting (I actually meant to discuss the drink on Thursday and forgot)… The concoction of Curacao, Smirnoff, and Rick Nash (kidding, they wouldn’t tell me what else is in the recipe) is exquisite… With one sip, one can imagine why the drink won best city shot…
Three minutes and a second stinger shot into the third period, the Red Wings completed the calamity… Jiri Hudler became the fourth different Detroit player to record a goal, as he placed the Red Wings ahead, by the eventual final score 4-0… What had seemed impossible only hours earlier, a second consecutive abysmal performance, was now more than reality… It was hockey history… The simple reality was that Tuesday now has only one acceptable outcome…
Maybe this was what led whomever to toss their jersey into the street… Maybe they were heckled or harassed and rather than take the embarrassment, they shed the jersey…. Or maybe they were intoxicated and the toss seemed a reasonable maneuver at the moment… Whatever the rationalization, that fan, whomever they were, gave up on the Blue Jackets… This, whether in Columbus or any city, is unforgivable…
Two Grand Venues & Two Graceful Answers
The two questions I receive most often are why do I write about, instead of, enjoy this city’s nightlife and am I interested in seeking a relationship with any of the venue bunnies that I have previously complimented (or more than complimented)… My pair of answers are as simple as the questions themselves…
Anyone who walked or viewed Park and Vine streets pre and post the Fleetwood Mac concert should a comprehend why five nights out a week (writing or not) is a coveted existence… From the bricks to the sidewalks to the venues, the bunnies were omnipresent… There were black dress bunnies, eighteen carat bunnies, fashion savvy bunnies, off the rack bunnies, and score bunnies… There was, literally within five blocks, a hookup for every hangover…
Regrettably, some of the bunnies (or not so bunnies) had finished hooking up for life… When did April 18 become official bachelorette party day in this city? The plastic crowns, the sashes, the pink balloon penises… Seriously, whatever happened to a bride’s beauty sleep before she wears off-white? Save your e-mails… I’m not demeaning weddings… They are a wonderful institution… With that said, the level of tackiness within the five blocks was enough to induce vomit…
Enough to induce applause was the spectacular evening enjoyed by both the Frog Bear and Wild Boar and Lodge Bar… I know I’ve discussed both venues previously, but what I haven’t discussed (and will in moments) is how similar the pair are… If one skims the obvious, the comparison is easy to botch… One is located on the bricks, the other on Vine Street… One has a club interior; the other has a wood interior… One is locally owned, the other is a franchise…
As I said, the comparison is easy to botch… What one must observe is the similarities in management and staff, in performance and personality… On this evening, the comparison of those attributes was simple and spectacular, as the pair waged an epic, easily stranding the other venues, who performed well, but were not on their level…
While Lodge Bar can occasionally appear gargantuan, given the sheer volume of size that the front door to the bar patio encompasses, the venue appeared as small as ever post-Fleetwood Mac… When I arrived, every bar was occupied and swarmed, the tables were swarmed, and the dance floor… The dance was floor was over crushed… Between the bunnies, the chasers, the post concert revelers and those to drunk from the Blue Jackets loss to depart, the venue was impassible…
Thankfully, Lodge Bar’s patio (according to them, the largest in the city) was finally open… And it was crammed with people… From the Blue Jackets fans, drinking on the second level and lamenting their loss to the patrons playing corn hole (yes, you can play corn hole on the patio), the all night, country bull session vibe was evident… The patio provided the perfect escape for those who had found their bunny and now wanted a conversation or those who were looking to ditch a heifer…
Since I mentioned patios, I’ll switch the conversation to Frog Bear and Wild Boar, which (as always) set the standard for patios in this city (due respect to Lodge Bar’s size, skill is involved as well)… I could take three hours and discuss the crowd, which was also over crushed… The bunnies on the patio alone were enough to make one not enter the venue… But, the entire scene… DJ Bombay’s spectacular spinning in open air, the makeshift dance floor (which was incredible), the bunnies dancing behind the bar as they retrieved your orders… If the Blue Jackets played with this much energy for one period, they might have scored a victory…
What Frog Bear and Wild Boar’s greatest attribute was, on this evening, is what it always is; they are a place for all palettes… If you want a club, enjoy the patio… If you want sports, they were offering the UFC Fight… If you wanted live music, Fat Dog’s performance was outstanding (we will hear more from them in the very near future)… They were, seamlessly, three venues in one venue…
Potentially, the grandest and most similar attribute Frog Bear and Wild Boar and Lodge Bar share is stellar management…I could spend another three paragraphs discussing Frog Bear and Wild Boar Owner Tom Selvaggio, but what I said on twitter is sufficient… I simply get smarter every occasion we speak… He knows the band and their strengths and weaknesses… He knows how the DJ will perform… He knows the players in the nightlife game and how the game is played… He is, quite simply, an encyclopedia…
Not to be overshadowed was, and I know I’ve said this before, Lodge Bar Assistant General Manager Trevor Day, a superstar among management in this city… I’ve yet to meet in this industry, someone more willing to discuss any subject, someone who understands more the value of information… He is supportive of any venture, whether he directly benefits or not… There are other managers in this city I respect as much as him… There are few I appreciate more than him…
The final similarity is the amazing staffs that both venues possess… It’s not only the superstar drink slingers, it’s the servers and sellers and promotions… For Frog Bear and Wild Boar, it’s the royal trio (and if you don’t know who they are, you haven’t been reading), Matt, Sarah, Grace, and the half dozen other people I spoke with last night whose names escape me (I apologize)… For Lodge Bar, its Jen Bunny, Rick, Joe, Nick, Jessica, Barbara, and Alexa (who was for some reason, rocking the librarian look last night)… Each execute their role and allow their counterpart to execute theirs, insuring an enjoyable evening, no matter the chaos…
Of course, I can’t talk Lodge Bar staff and let a column slip past without mentioning the thirty-six carat perfection, also known as Crown Princess Kadi… You think ultimately, I would run out of adjectives for her, but every moment that I speak with her, her personality amazes me… From our first conversation in the afternoon, where we discussed everything that we hadn’t in three weeks and she was captivating to our last conversation of the night, when I had a terrible experience and she was the concerned friend… Kadi again showed why no one, and I mean no other person, is on her level…
Which walks this column into the answer for the second question… Crown Princess, the Lucky Charms, the royal trio, and others are only subject matter… I don’t write out of attraction to them… I simply write these lines of their pretty face…
Anyone who walked or viewed Park and Vine streets pre and post the Fleetwood Mac concert should a comprehend why five nights out a week (writing or not) is a coveted existence… From the bricks to the sidewalks to the venues, the bunnies were omnipresent… There were black dress bunnies, eighteen carat bunnies, fashion savvy bunnies, off the rack bunnies, and score bunnies… There was, literally within five blocks, a hookup for every hangover…
Regrettably, some of the bunnies (or not so bunnies) had finished hooking up for life… When did April 18 become official bachelorette party day in this city? The plastic crowns, the sashes, the pink balloon penises… Seriously, whatever happened to a bride’s beauty sleep before she wears off-white? Save your e-mails… I’m not demeaning weddings… They are a wonderful institution… With that said, the level of tackiness within the five blocks was enough to induce vomit…
Enough to induce applause was the spectacular evening enjoyed by both the Frog Bear and Wild Boar and Lodge Bar… I know I’ve discussed both venues previously, but what I haven’t discussed (and will in moments) is how similar the pair are… If one skims the obvious, the comparison is easy to botch… One is located on the bricks, the other on Vine Street… One has a club interior; the other has a wood interior… One is locally owned, the other is a franchise…
As I said, the comparison is easy to botch… What one must observe is the similarities in management and staff, in performance and personality… On this evening, the comparison of those attributes was simple and spectacular, as the pair waged an epic, easily stranding the other venues, who performed well, but were not on their level…
While Lodge Bar can occasionally appear gargantuan, given the sheer volume of size that the front door to the bar patio encompasses, the venue appeared as small as ever post-Fleetwood Mac… When I arrived, every bar was occupied and swarmed, the tables were swarmed, and the dance floor… The dance was floor was over crushed… Between the bunnies, the chasers, the post concert revelers and those to drunk from the Blue Jackets loss to depart, the venue was impassible…
Thankfully, Lodge Bar’s patio (according to them, the largest in the city) was finally open… And it was crammed with people… From the Blue Jackets fans, drinking on the second level and lamenting their loss to the patrons playing corn hole (yes, you can play corn hole on the patio), the all night, country bull session vibe was evident… The patio provided the perfect escape for those who had found their bunny and now wanted a conversation or those who were looking to ditch a heifer…
Since I mentioned patios, I’ll switch the conversation to Frog Bear and Wild Boar, which (as always) set the standard for patios in this city (due respect to Lodge Bar’s size, skill is involved as well)… I could take three hours and discuss the crowd, which was also over crushed… The bunnies on the patio alone were enough to make one not enter the venue… But, the entire scene… DJ Bombay’s spectacular spinning in open air, the makeshift dance floor (which was incredible), the bunnies dancing behind the bar as they retrieved your orders… If the Blue Jackets played with this much energy for one period, they might have scored a victory…
What Frog Bear and Wild Boar’s greatest attribute was, on this evening, is what it always is; they are a place for all palettes… If you want a club, enjoy the patio… If you want sports, they were offering the UFC Fight… If you wanted live music, Fat Dog’s performance was outstanding (we will hear more from them in the very near future)… They were, seamlessly, three venues in one venue…
Potentially, the grandest and most similar attribute Frog Bear and Wild Boar and Lodge Bar share is stellar management…I could spend another three paragraphs discussing Frog Bear and Wild Boar Owner Tom Selvaggio, but what I said on twitter is sufficient… I simply get smarter every occasion we speak… He knows the band and their strengths and weaknesses… He knows how the DJ will perform… He knows the players in the nightlife game and how the game is played… He is, quite simply, an encyclopedia…
Not to be overshadowed was, and I know I’ve said this before, Lodge Bar Assistant General Manager Trevor Day, a superstar among management in this city… I’ve yet to meet in this industry, someone more willing to discuss any subject, someone who understands more the value of information… He is supportive of any venture, whether he directly benefits or not… There are other managers in this city I respect as much as him… There are few I appreciate more than him…
The final similarity is the amazing staffs that both venues possess… It’s not only the superstar drink slingers, it’s the servers and sellers and promotions… For Frog Bear and Wild Boar, it’s the royal trio (and if you don’t know who they are, you haven’t been reading), Matt, Sarah, Grace, and the half dozen other people I spoke with last night whose names escape me (I apologize)… For Lodge Bar, its Jen Bunny, Rick, Joe, Nick, Jessica, Barbara, and Alexa (who was for some reason, rocking the librarian look last night)… Each execute their role and allow their counterpart to execute theirs, insuring an enjoyable evening, no matter the chaos…
Of course, I can’t talk Lodge Bar staff and let a column slip past without mentioning the thirty-six carat perfection, also known as Crown Princess Kadi… You think ultimately, I would run out of adjectives for her, but every moment that I speak with her, her personality amazes me… From our first conversation in the afternoon, where we discussed everything that we hadn’t in three weeks and she was captivating to our last conversation of the night, when I had a terrible experience and she was the concerned friend… Kadi again showed why no one, and I mean no other person, is on her level…
Which walks this column into the answer for the second question… Crown Princess, the Lucky Charms, the royal trio, and others are only subject matter… I don’t write out of attraction to them… I simply write these lines of their pretty face…
They Built It… Where Was the Crowd?
Perfect sports afternoons are not easily achievable. They require multiple contests involving one’s favorite teams, the ability to watch every contest, the motivation to pair the athletic visual with another activity, friends with which to share said activity, and scrumptious weather (seriously can a phrase really have the word perfect in it and snow in the forecast?)…
Upon my arrival for the Huntington Bank Park Premiere, every aforementioned requirement was present… From Front Street to Park Street to Vine Street, clutches of colleagues and companions were everywhere. The weather surpassed scrumptious. Every venue was open (thus the sports related activity, in this case drinking, was secured)… And the sporting events included the NBA Playoffs (Cavaliers vs. Pistons and Bulls vs. Celtics), the Indians vs. Yankees, and the Clippers vs. the Toledo Mud Hens…
For all of the pomp and promise of the home owner (which this season featured a new stadium, did we mention that), the pre-game crowd was scattered… Lodge Bar’s red room bar was encircled…. A stream of arrivals improved the crowd every few minutes… Still, the most intriguing aspect was what the crowd was guzzling their alcohol from…
Is there a sports themed item in this city which has not been converted into a beer tower and if so, why not? On this afternoon, the spackle of pre-game patrons sat slugging their alcohol from large Clippers colored baseballs… (That’s right, you can now add baseballs to the Buckeye and Blue Jacket helmets)… I applaud creativity, but seriously? A baseball beer tube?
Speaking of creativity, I arrived at the Frog Bear and Wild Boar and observed a fabulous fashion showcase… The inside and outside bartenders, bar assistants, and servers clad in unique ensembles… Chick Diesel batting practice shirts for the bar bunnies… Cock Diesel baseball jerseys for their counterparts… Whoever chose this attire merits recognition… The menagerie was adorable…
The Frog Bear and Wild Boar also merits recognition for their pre-contest crowd… The crowd did not equal the Blue Jackets crowd from Thursday and it would be completely negligible by evening’s end… However, the sun splashed patio scenery, with virtually every table occupied made the walk across the bricks (the first of about a thousand I would make on this day) well worth the walk itself…
For three weeks, everyone discussed Huntington Bank Park… Upon the park’s premiere, the venue turnout resembled an afternoon opening round contest between Illinois and Charleston Southern… I cannot comprehend why the venues were not crushed… I can simply hope that as the park’s reputation spreads, the pre-contest crowds will arrive…
Upon my arrival for the Huntington Bank Park Premiere, every aforementioned requirement was present… From Front Street to Park Street to Vine Street, clutches of colleagues and companions were everywhere. The weather surpassed scrumptious. Every venue was open (thus the sports related activity, in this case drinking, was secured)… And the sporting events included the NBA Playoffs (Cavaliers vs. Pistons and Bulls vs. Celtics), the Indians vs. Yankees, and the Clippers vs. the Toledo Mud Hens…
For all of the pomp and promise of the home owner (which this season featured a new stadium, did we mention that), the pre-game crowd was scattered… Lodge Bar’s red room bar was encircled…. A stream of arrivals improved the crowd every few minutes… Still, the most intriguing aspect was what the crowd was guzzling their alcohol from…
Is there a sports themed item in this city which has not been converted into a beer tower and if so, why not? On this afternoon, the spackle of pre-game patrons sat slugging their alcohol from large Clippers colored baseballs… (That’s right, you can now add baseballs to the Buckeye and Blue Jacket helmets)… I applaud creativity, but seriously? A baseball beer tube?
Speaking of creativity, I arrived at the Frog Bear and Wild Boar and observed a fabulous fashion showcase… The inside and outside bartenders, bar assistants, and servers clad in unique ensembles… Chick Diesel batting practice shirts for the bar bunnies… Cock Diesel baseball jerseys for their counterparts… Whoever chose this attire merits recognition… The menagerie was adorable…
The Frog Bear and Wild Boar also merits recognition for their pre-contest crowd… The crowd did not equal the Blue Jackets crowd from Thursday and it would be completely negligible by evening’s end… However, the sun splashed patio scenery, with virtually every table occupied made the walk across the bricks (the first of about a thousand I would make on this day) well worth the walk itself…
For three weeks, everyone discussed Huntington Bank Park… Upon the park’s premiere, the venue turnout resembled an afternoon opening round contest between Illinois and Charleston Southern… I cannot comprehend why the venues were not crushed… I can simply hope that as the park’s reputation spreads, the pre-contest crowds will arrive…
Always Live Postponed
Always Live should have started tonight. Unfortunately, this gossip needs their sleep. Always Live will commence tomorrow with Park Street Patio and Sugar Bar Co-Owners Chris Corso and Brian Swanson, Lodge Bar General Manager Pat West, Crown Princess Kadi, DJ Legend, and Arena District drama…
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Quick Read
Jim Massie misses a pair of opportunities… First, with his front-page story about Huntington Bank Park, which is more salute than story… Second, with his profile of Clippers Manager Torrey Luvullo (sports)… The story told me nothing about Luvullo, other than someone once advised him to stop playing, because he wasn’t very good as a player…
The Huntington Park special section is atrocious also… The stories range from the rote to the ridiculous… The most egregious, a dialogue on the different food choices available (shocking… a twenty-first century park has twenty-first century amenities)… If the Dispatch insists on devoting a special section about the park, they could at least have written something more than the mess they produced…
Aaron Portzline and Michael Arace (sports) model a perfect strategy for the Blue Jackets, as both make adjustments in their pre-game two mindsets… For once, Arace types a solid column… Portzline is whiny…
The Huntington Park special section is atrocious also… The stories range from the rote to the ridiculous… The most egregious, a dialogue on the different food choices available (shocking… a twenty-first century park has twenty-first century amenities)… If the Dispatch insists on devoting a special section about the park, they could at least have written something more than the mess they produced…
Aaron Portzline and Michael Arace (sports) model a perfect strategy for the Blue Jackets, as both make adjustments in their pre-game two mindsets… For once, Arace types a solid column… Portzline is whiny…
Bunnies, Charms, and Heifers Inspire Thoughts
The internal conversations of this city must be fascinating. The confidence and confusion, the persuasion and opposition, the ignorance and veracity… If only one could somehow monitor this confidential and constant inner-twitter.
Upon my arrival for the Little Black Dress Party, McFadden’s was crushed. The first floor had a minimal walkway (which is unusual)… The second floor was equally impassible… And both patios were swarmed, as the boys and bunnies (and believe me, there were bunnies, with and without black dresses) conversed and danced in the delicious mid-April air…
These evenings, without hesitation, are my favorite in this city… The cold and gray of winter is vanished, but it is not yet summer, so every random is not crammed into a ten block radius… These are the select evenings, when one can venture into the city, savor the sixty and seventy-plus weather, and enjoy the pre-summer hangover and hookup opportunities…
As I walked from the second floor onto the first and into a conversation with McFadden’s Promotions Superstar Amy, I can’t imagine her thoughts as she greeted the happy hour patrons and observed the throng which they immersed into… McFadden’s is a college venue and college students crave alcohol, circumstances and theme be damned… Amy could simply conceptualize cheap drink specials and call it a job… But, she doesn’t… Every week, she conceptualizes and executes some of the most impressive and intriguing events I attend or am invited to… (and she’s a bunny also)…
As always, a collection of non-bunnies were visible among the sexy and scrumptious which populated McFadden’s pair of floors… Actually, I’m stunned their was room for anyone sexy or scrumptious, given the sheer mass of some of these refrigerator shaped heifers… (Save your comments and e-mails)… I can’t imagine their rationalization, as they stand in their closets or sit in front of their mirrors and dress themselves in clothes they know they can’t wear, which they know will repulse people (and when I say people, I don’t just mean myself)…
The amount of skin they flash, from their pants cut just low enough to make one gag to their heifer cleavage, must cross their mind as unacceptable… They must say to themselves, the people who sell them the clothes must say to them, heifer, black dresses just aren’t meant for some… Still, they cover their refrigerator shaped bodies in throw rug clothing and steal attention from the bunnies…
Thankfully, there remain some bunnies who the heifers can’t overshadow… On this night (as on most nights), the brightest bunnies, the bunnies who could not be eclipsed, were the Lucky Charms… Sytease’s mind must be incredible… She’s the charm’s leader… Every evening, she has dozens of details to organize… Yet, she is the most adorable and approachable person you would ever wish to meet (and as I said on twitter, no bunny over 5’5 can rock a black dress like she can)…
Speaking of bunnies who can rock a black dress and minds which must be incredible… Brooke’s energy, personality, and splendor continue to captivate… What I said about her off the rack quality would be sufficient… But, as I watched her sell jello shots and dance and lip sync, she is simply implausible… She is gorgeous, I assume she knows as much and she must know that every male eye is on her when she enters a room… Yet, she proves herself worth the attention…
Also worth attention is the exquisite Emily Rose… I hadn’t seen her since St. Patrick’s Day and obviously I had written a volume about other charms since… But, within thirty seconds of seeing her smile, seeing her spectacular hair style, and hearing that enchanting rasp in her voice, I was reminded why no charm compares with her… There are bunnies in this city… There are platinum bunnies in this city… But, the phrase OUS, was minted for Emily Rose…
In a nutshell, seeing Emily, seeing Brooke, Sytease, Amy or any of the other two dozen bunnies in black dresses are why I, as I exited the venue, thanked myself for another late evening… You can’t imagine how many nights I think about staying home… But, then I come to my senses and give myself a good kick in the ass… And I never regret not staying home…
Upon my arrival for the Little Black Dress Party, McFadden’s was crushed. The first floor had a minimal walkway (which is unusual)… The second floor was equally impassible… And both patios were swarmed, as the boys and bunnies (and believe me, there were bunnies, with and without black dresses) conversed and danced in the delicious mid-April air…
These evenings, without hesitation, are my favorite in this city… The cold and gray of winter is vanished, but it is not yet summer, so every random is not crammed into a ten block radius… These are the select evenings, when one can venture into the city, savor the sixty and seventy-plus weather, and enjoy the pre-summer hangover and hookup opportunities…
As I walked from the second floor onto the first and into a conversation with McFadden’s Promotions Superstar Amy, I can’t imagine her thoughts as she greeted the happy hour patrons and observed the throng which they immersed into… McFadden’s is a college venue and college students crave alcohol, circumstances and theme be damned… Amy could simply conceptualize cheap drink specials and call it a job… But, she doesn’t… Every week, she conceptualizes and executes some of the most impressive and intriguing events I attend or am invited to… (and she’s a bunny also)…
As always, a collection of non-bunnies were visible among the sexy and scrumptious which populated McFadden’s pair of floors… Actually, I’m stunned their was room for anyone sexy or scrumptious, given the sheer mass of some of these refrigerator shaped heifers… (Save your comments and e-mails)… I can’t imagine their rationalization, as they stand in their closets or sit in front of their mirrors and dress themselves in clothes they know they can’t wear, which they know will repulse people (and when I say people, I don’t just mean myself)…
The amount of skin they flash, from their pants cut just low enough to make one gag to their heifer cleavage, must cross their mind as unacceptable… They must say to themselves, the people who sell them the clothes must say to them, heifer, black dresses just aren’t meant for some… Still, they cover their refrigerator shaped bodies in throw rug clothing and steal attention from the bunnies…
Thankfully, there remain some bunnies who the heifers can’t overshadow… On this night (as on most nights), the brightest bunnies, the bunnies who could not be eclipsed, were the Lucky Charms… Sytease’s mind must be incredible… She’s the charm’s leader… Every evening, she has dozens of details to organize… Yet, she is the most adorable and approachable person you would ever wish to meet (and as I said on twitter, no bunny over 5’5 can rock a black dress like she can)…
Speaking of bunnies who can rock a black dress and minds which must be incredible… Brooke’s energy, personality, and splendor continue to captivate… What I said about her off the rack quality would be sufficient… But, as I watched her sell jello shots and dance and lip sync, she is simply implausible… She is gorgeous, I assume she knows as much and she must know that every male eye is on her when she enters a room… Yet, she proves herself worth the attention…
Also worth attention is the exquisite Emily Rose… I hadn’t seen her since St. Patrick’s Day and obviously I had written a volume about other charms since… But, within thirty seconds of seeing her smile, seeing her spectacular hair style, and hearing that enchanting rasp in her voice, I was reminded why no charm compares with her… There are bunnies in this city… There are platinum bunnies in this city… But, the phrase OUS, was minted for Emily Rose…
In a nutshell, seeing Emily, seeing Brooke, Sytease, Amy or any of the other two dozen bunnies in black dresses are why I, as I exited the venue, thanked myself for another late evening… You can’t imagine how many nights I think about staying home… But, then I come to my senses and give myself a good kick in the ass… And I never regret not staying home…
Friday, April 17, 2009
INVITE: Clippers Post Game
Commencement: 5:00Venue: Lodge Bar (Arena District)
Cost: Free Admission with Ticket Stub
Live Music (Friday & Saturday)
Drinks (Available 5 – 9 p.m.)
$3 you call it drinks
$2.25 Domestic Pitchers (32 ounces)
$1 wells
Menu (Available 5 – 10 p.m.)
$3 Appetizers
½ Price Pizzas
Huntington Bank Park Premiere Headlines Showcase Saturday
10 TV: The scoreboard works, the concession stands are stocked, and each blade of grass will be manicured to perfection as the Columbus Clippers prepare to unveil their new ballpark. After more than 18 months of construction, Huntington Park will be christened Saturday afternoon when the Clippers take on the Toledo Mud Hens. First pitch is 4:05 p.m.
General Manager Ken Schnacke said the team is anxious to show off the new stadium to the city and its fans. "When we open the gates tomorrow, how many times can we get you to say, 'Wow, this is so cool?'" Schnacke said.
The ballpark is trendy enough for the new generation of baseball fans, but was also built with a sense of history for baseball purists. Schnacke said he has no doubt that Saturday's Opening Day will be remembered by all fans. "Tomorrow is going to be one of the neatest days in modern Columbus' baseball history," he said.
Cooper Stadium's namesake, Harold Cooper, will serve as grand marshal of a downtown parade before Saturday's game. About 1,500 tickets set aside for the general public will go on sale at the ballpark at noon.
General Manager Ken Schnacke said the team is anxious to show off the new stadium to the city and its fans. "When we open the gates tomorrow, how many times can we get you to say, 'Wow, this is so cool?'" Schnacke said.
The ballpark is trendy enough for the new generation of baseball fans, but was also built with a sense of history for baseball purists. Schnacke said he has no doubt that Saturday's Opening Day will be remembered by all fans. "Tomorrow is going to be one of the neatest days in modern Columbus' baseball history," he said.
Cooper Stadium's namesake, Harold Cooper, will serve as grand marshal of a downtown parade before Saturday's game. About 1,500 tickets set aside for the general public will go on sale at the ballpark at noon.
City’s Opinion: Parking Should Be Simple
NBC 4: With more than 15,000 parking spaces available in and around the Arena District, there will be plenty of great parking. All lots and garages will be open for public use tomorrow, Tuesday and Thursday when fans from all over will flock to see the Clippers on their new sod and the Jackets take to the ice for games 3 and 4.
Huntington Park patrons are encouraged to access the parking areas at the west end of the Arena District, which are easily accessible via the Neil Avenue exit off of I-670. In order to utilize discounted $3 parking passes, Clippers ticket holders must prepurchase the passes online at http://www.arenadistrictparking.com by entering the event code located on each ticket.
The $3 parking passes are valid for the Neil Avenue and Arena Grand Theatre garages and the lot located east of the Eye Center along Neil Avenue. Both the parking pass and event ticket will be required for entry.
Those patrons who do not pre-purchase parking will be required to pay the Nationwide Arena event rates posted at the garage and lot entrances. Attendees of the Blue Jackets games are encouraged to park at the east end of the Arena District (Front Street and Chestnut parking garages). The east end of the District is easily accessed from the Third Street exit at I-670.
As always, parking lots and garages reserved for Blue Jacket VIP and season ticket holders, located just west of Nationwide Arena, will also be open. In honor of the Columbus Blue Jackets first Stanley Cup playoff appearance, the Arena District will host activities on both game days beginning at 3:30 p.m. on Battelle plaza, and Blue Jacket game time is 7 p.m. both evenings. In order to improve the flow of traffic through the Arena District, the Columbus Clippers games on the 21st and 23rd have been moved to a 6:05 p.m. start.
Huntington Park patrons are encouraged to access the parking areas at the west end of the Arena District, which are easily accessible via the Neil Avenue exit off of I-670. In order to utilize discounted $3 parking passes, Clippers ticket holders must prepurchase the passes online at http://www.arenadistrictparking.com by entering the event code located on each ticket.
The $3 parking passes are valid for the Neil Avenue and Arena Grand Theatre garages and the lot located east of the Eye Center along Neil Avenue. Both the parking pass and event ticket will be required for entry.
Those patrons who do not pre-purchase parking will be required to pay the Nationwide Arena event rates posted at the garage and lot entrances. Attendees of the Blue Jackets games are encouraged to park at the east end of the Arena District (Front Street and Chestnut parking garages). The east end of the District is easily accessed from the Third Street exit at I-670.
As always, parking lots and garages reserved for Blue Jacket VIP and season ticket holders, located just west of Nationwide Arena, will also be open. In honor of the Columbus Blue Jackets first Stanley Cup playoff appearance, the Arena District will host activities on both game days beginning at 3:30 p.m. on Battelle plaza, and Blue Jacket game time is 7 p.m. both evenings. In order to improve the flow of traffic through the Arena District, the Columbus Clippers games on the 21st and 23rd have been moved to a 6:05 p.m. start.
INVITE: Sexy Saturdays
Commencement: 10:00Venue: Sugar Bar (525 Park Street)
VIP Access: Text (406-3072)
Mezzanine Drinks (Available 10:30 – 11:30 p.m.)
$1 Top Shelf Drinks
Chalk Induces Sidewalk Shooting
NBC 4: A far south side man faces felonious assault charges after allegedly shooting his neighbor in the hand. The incident began outside a home in the 4200 block of Sestos Drive shortly after 6 p.m.
Police said Shawn Jarvis and Jeffrey McDowell argued Thursday after McDowell told four children not to draw on the sidewalk in front of his house with chalk… The children, ages 9, 8, 4 and 3, went into a home next to McDowell’s and said the man was cussing at them.
Police said Jarvis exited his home and asked McDowell not to cuss at the children. Witnesses told police that while he was in front of the children, McDowell pulled a gun from his pants and fired twice, striking Jarvis in the hand. Jarvis, 36, was taken to Grant Medical Center, where he is listed in stable condition. McDowell, 59, was taken into custody.
Police said Shawn Jarvis and Jeffrey McDowell argued Thursday after McDowell told four children not to draw on the sidewalk in front of his house with chalk… The children, ages 9, 8, 4 and 3, went into a home next to McDowell’s and said the man was cussing at them.
Police said Jarvis exited his home and asked McDowell not to cuss at the children. Witnesses told police that while he was in front of the children, McDowell pulled a gun from his pants and fired twice, striking Jarvis in the hand. Jarvis, 36, was taken to Grant Medical Center, where he is listed in stable condition. McDowell, 59, was taken into custody.
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