Your Perks: 1) More than half off a week’s worth of impossible-to-screw-up, date-worthy homemade dinners. Yes, you’re cooking. 2) A beer passport to Idle Hands Bar. This involves apps, wings and, of course, beer. 3) A concentrated blend of electrolytes that cures hangovers. This is important.
The weekend is endowed with certain unalienable rights.
Where to Watch the Fireworks, Mapped
Rooftops. Cocktails. Barges. Explosives. Cartography. Our guide to the best rooftops for fireworks-viewing tomorrow pretty much has it all. And in case that was too subtle for you, you can just hover over, and then click on, any of these hyperlinked words and see it in all its glory.
Karaoke and Chromeo for the Fourth
Two Independence Day parties here: one, a rollicking Hamptons beach rager with Chromeo DJing and fireworks over the ocean. The other, a ping-ponging, karaoke-singing Flatiron extravaganza with kegs, ribs and lobster rolls. There is no wrong answer.
Your Oyster Boat Awaits
A = A new, massive schooner-slash-oyster-bar on the Hudson.
B = A champagne-and-oyster party with views of fireworks and the Statue of Liberty.
A + B = Tomorrow.
Gotta love math.
Well, This Is Different...
“... and that’s when the girl with the sexy cheetah mask and fluffy tail squeezed her way through
Oh, sorry, we were just talking about the animal-costume dance party going down in East Hampton. Were you interested in that?
Seinfeld Night at the Ballpark
Saturday’s local minor-league baseball/Seinfeld 25th-anniversary events:
—Your Brooklyn Cyclones take on the Aberdeen IronBirds.
—The park is rechristened Vandelay Industries Park.
—You’ll receive a Keith Hernandez Magic Loogie bobblehead.
—The cereal-eating contest.
—The Elaine Benes terrible-dance-off.
—Batting practice, during which the ’Clones wear puffy shirts.
God bless minor-league baseball.
Midnight Brunch at Bubby’s High Line
It’s 3am. Do you know where your blueberry pancakes are? Yes, yes you do. They’re at Bubby’s High Line, along with chicken and waffles and steak and eggs for their new midnight brunch. As if anyone’s ever out in Meatpacking after midnight...