This is not about them. This is about victims--and they should not be talked about in the abstract, or have major parts of the identity and life ignored. We need to have vigils for them; we need to cry for them; we need to remember them; we need to say their names.
One great thing about this city is its open container laws, which you can see being taking advantage of basically all hours
Whenever I would travel around Europe meeting new people, I always got the same response when I told them I was studying in Berlin. From "how are you alive right now?" to "how many beers can you drink?" to "you must rave every weekend," the reaction was overwhelmingly consistent.
Unconvinced? Here's why you should flip the switch on your party habits and hit the dance floor earlier, rather than later.
Founded about a year ago, Daybreaker is a dance party series that encourages people to hop on the dance floor -- not treadmills -- to boost their mood, get an intense work out, create a community of camaraderie, and have tons of fun.
It's all fun and games until that one creep won't stop grinding on you. Your friends pick a new bar to try. You arrive in
Wrapping up this inclusive list of trendy Italian nightlife spots is the second bar located in Santa Croce. Positioned on
Not bad. One must never use it in the grammatically correct past tense. Acceptable forms include "turn it up" and "turnt
By Marie Cunningham, Party Earth writer. Clubbing hotspots in Los Angeles tend to rotate in and out of obscurity on a yearly
Even if you're not abroad or in an unfamiliar city, there are places that are simply so high-brow or underground that you would not know about them even if you've lived in the same city for your entire life.
While we are contemplating these important questions, we can still hit the dance floors and streets to dance the day and night away.
Tepperberg would blanch at my comparison to the painfully bourgeois restaurant chain. But his big-box clubs rely on similar
The club also includes a "wellness area," complete with a sauna and film-screening room. "Our message is that parents need
Back at my hotel, the manager asked me to watch the door for a few minutes while he stepped out for cigarettes. I obliged, even after -- again -- he stipulated the hotel's guiding "No Indian" policy.
GONE! was a hot pink halter top that I wore during my Las Vegas bachelorette party eight years ago. Most of the clothes were easy to ditch. What proved a bit trickier to bid farewell to was the body conscious stuff.