Amai, eating green tea cupcakes, soaking in the beauty of the spring day, we were surrounded by the Snuggie™ Pub Crawl. The ridiculousness of this brand of ridiculous is surely one of the signs of the apocalypse; another sign is Oprah being on Twitter.
two Chicagoians (?) got this wacky idea after watching a Snuggie™ commercial-personally, I think this should have died a happy death here, but maybe they weren't aware of that website. With a pub crawl firmly implanted in their consciousness, they placed the whole idea on the Internet. It went viral, and I decided the time had come to make friends with Jesus.
Murray Hill, an awesome neighborhood currently being defaced by douchebaggery. The crawl went from up 3rd Avenue from 11th to 27th Street. How respectable businesses-yay, Motorino!-can't get liquor licenses, but this stretch of hell still exists is one of the many mysteries I ponder every day. I can't talk about this anymore. Here's the NY Daily News article. There are more photos here.
Dear Local Pizzeria: Ranch is NOT Tuscan.
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