WHO GIVES A SHIT: What's Going On in the Slope for NYE? [PRE-WHASSUP]

Fireworks and Mexican food fiestas and ditching your kids, oh my!

Because I lurve your sweet asses so much, Imma put together a New Year's Even IN THE SLOPE WHASSUP for you kiddies in the next couple of days. I obviously pride myself on my in-depth research skills and neighborhood blog journalistic integrity, so before I throw this thing together, I wanna know ALL of WHASSUP.

Please be kind enough to leave me a comment letting me know the NYE haps around the Slope and bordering areas. I'm all for the avoid-Manhattan/Williamsburg/anythingthatthinksitsWilliamsburg-at-all-costs thing, so clue me in on your Better BK New Year's Eve plans, and I shall pimp accordingly.

'Fuck Park Slope!' [NYE Fight Night]

While all you bitches were watching the fireworks in Prospect Park, rockin out at the Bell House, or having "unconvential sex" on NYE, there was apparently a multi-borough smackdown happening right in our own very nabe. That's right: Park Slope is now so hated, a roving gang of teenaged hooligans boarded a subway, ditched their NYE plans, and rode all the way down here from Harlem to kick themselves some ginuine Park Slope ass.

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Happy 2KX, Bitches!

2KX Fireworks in Prospect Park

Who Gives A Shit: New Year's Resolutions?

2009 sucked some major dick for many of us, so I can't say I'm sorry to see it go. But it's that time of year again, when we all start thinking about shit we want to do, things we want to see, reality TV shows we want to watch, strollers we want to kick, and people we want to bang...New Year's Resolutions.

The act of making resolutions has mostly become an exercise in bullshit, because the majority of us don't end up following through. However, I still think that there is something kind of poetic in at least getting your shit out into to the universe, saying it out loud, writing it down, and then seeing what happens.

If you show me yours, I'll show you mine?

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How To Happy New Years?

So, for my first fully-employed-look-Ma-Imma-big-girl-now Park Slope New Year's Eve, I figured I'd take a hint from the habits of my Brownstone Slope neighbors and go big: throw a dinner party. 

A super fucking classy eight person invite-only dinner party, Slope style.  You know, locavore shit, and doing the Maggie thing by purchasing some dirty whore cheese at the Larder.

Let me tell you, my non-Brownstone-owning, non-nanny-having friends: throwing a dinner party in your tiny apartment with about four days to plan is not among the smarter things you can do. 

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