It’s come to this. The end of 2011. It’s hard to say how history will remember the past 12 months, so
just to be safe, we went ahead and memorialized a few of our favorite moments below. Mark as unread until
It’s been hard to ignore/look away from Occupy Wall Street. Especially when a handful of the 99% decided
to get down to their birthday suits. The first
time it was for nude aerobics. The second: a
symbolic game of strip poker. Unfortunately, we were too distracted to remember the message.
It was supposed to be the end of New York. Mayor Bloomberg declared a state of emergency. Blocks were
evacuated. Mass transit was suspended. Starbucks were fortified with sandbags. Then Hurricane Irene actually
arrived. And it was, well, a little rainy/chilly. The lesson here: weathermen are liars.
And the 2011 award for most questionable decision involving dinner service goes to... Park Avenue Autumn.
For a short time this year, it was actually possible to order an entrée here and have it served to you on a
dish that once belonged to Saddam Hussein. Guy had impeccable taste in china. For a horrific mass-murdering
There was a point this year when it looked like the NBA season wouldn’t happen. So Rick’s Cabaret
decided to form a professional stripper basketball team. They hired Spud Webb to coach. They made uniforms
(well, parts of uniforms). And then they realized the girls should probably stick to dancing.
Apparently, a night of unbridled passion with the Yankee captain is very similar to losing on a game show.
When it’s over, you get unceremoniously sent home with an assortment of door prizes. Like a signed Derek
Jeter baseball. Hey, could’ve been worse. At least they weren’t signed by A-Rod.