





Oh sweet Baby Jesus on a tortilla! We’re getting married this weekend, guys. Yes, aw, thank you. And then we’re going to drunkenly throw up in some stranger’s mouth and immediately get divorced. And then we’re going to do coke off an underaged hipster boy’s collar bone. And then we’re going to wake up and actually find ourselves in Tijuana next to some man who informs us his name is Pedro and we really know our way around a chile, eh? And burritos. And we’ll laugh and notice, no, there is an actual burro in the room. And, suddenly, ironic Williamsburg parties aren’t funny anymore.
Details and a handjob, after the jump:
Friday, May 16th
Rocket Factory, 100 S. 4th
Brooklyn, NY
$5 before 10 p.m.
RSVP at going.com

OK is someone here actually getting married? Cindy? Gabe? Anyway, if you are, congrats. If you’re not, then this post is damn confusing, or I’m too high on Sudafed to tell the difference. Actual wedding and Billyburg themed hipster-fest are separate, right? Right? Ugh I have to go snort some more Contact now, colds suck.
Posted by whatevs | May 18, 2008