When we night-lifers hear the word "crawl," we usually think "too drunk to stand." However, Plaza Midwood’s Art Krawl isn’t just about the art of drinking. But since the weather was wet, the art scene was dry – as in there was barely anybody out. A local PM patron informed me the rain keeps postponing the event, but I didn’t let it rain on my parade.
It took a mere five paces down Central Avenue before I sighted a handful of paintings in front of Zada Janes, but no artist in sight. And though the cafés and galleries were advertising the Krawl, a lot of them were closed. Ten paces later, I found shelter from the rain in “Queen’s Gallery” — the apparent home of the Art Krawl.
While chillin' out to live music you can admire the ships and the harbors, the flowers and the landscapes. Unfortunately, I can’t show you as I wasn’t allowed to publish any photographs, but you know what they say, a picture is worth a thousand words — but I don't have that long of a word count. Though I appreciated the beauty of each painting, I knew nothing about them and was ready for a drink — because a glass or two of wine can make the art challenged feel like an art expert, and depending on how many glasses you drink, perhaps even the artist itself.
It was then that I found my favorite piece of art ... in the hands of the bartenders, the alcohol artist.
The bartender explained the Art Krawl typically has tents lined up outside and galleries open for display, but on Saturday the Art Krawl was more like a pub crawl because the watered down weather kept the PM watering holes busy.
This Friday you have your pick from NoDa’s Gallery Crawl and Historic SouthEnd’s Gallery Crawl
And according to the weather forecast the sunshine will be on display.
In high school, I went to Young Life just about every week. One week, I found myself part of an operation that involved scraping road kill up to win a scavenger hunt. But one of the guys on the opposing team ate a live goldfish and it trumped our dead opossum in the point system... Yes, this really happened – do you think I could make this shit up? What can I say? I’m from a small town, we had to entertain ourselves somehow.
But Charlotte’s not a small town — it’s a big town, small city with a much more eventful form of “Young-Adult Life”: Charlotte One
Charlotte One is held every Tuesday at 7 p.m. until April 28 at the First United Methodist Church in Uptown. (People typically park in the Rustic Martini parking lot).
600 people gather to party with praise. They have a rocking band and a DJ in front of the church. They even serve refreshments. They rotate speakers, but last night (and next week) was (and is) Jarrett and Jeanne Stevens. They were like Christian comedians.
“Facebook seems to determine our relationships, they even have “it’s complicated” as an option – but breaking up using your facebook status is just dirty, ” Jarrett said. Apparently, the last guy I dated didn’t frequent Charlotte One.
I threw my intern Sarah into the game to find some relief from nightlife boredom... and she brought back a board game. 2 points for the intern. — Brittney
Although we’ve had gaming systems since back when Atari was considered cool, the 21st Century ushered in the Xbox 360, Playstation 3 and Nintendo Wii. I actually read an article that talked about when the right time is to delete your ex’s Wii character?
That pretty much sums up the extent to which technology has come to rule our world. My man and I love to sit back and play a game of "Call of Duty," but it always seems to go better for him than for me. “Play Date” may have another solution for nightlife boredom, grab a board game.
For us un-technologically advanced, “Play Date” offers classics like Monopoly, Hungry Hungry Hippos, Rock ‘Em Sock ‘Em Robots and Connect 4 — basically the games we grew up with that will let us make our comebacks. Alongside great games, there’s game foods and alcohol. Then while the floor may already be moving from the drinks, “Play Date” adds another twist — Twister, Musical Chairs and Hula Hoops.
... and I-rish I hadn’t drunk so much while celebrating St. Patrick’s Day this past weekend. Although comparatively, I was practically sober.
It may have rained on our parade – literally, the parade was postponed until this weekend – but Rich and Bennett’s 8th Annual St. Patrick's Day Pub Crawl marched on. Said pub crawl is the largest in the U.S. – like, officially. More than 4,000 people come in from all over the country, as far as San Francisco, to crawl through the streets of Charlotte. The crawl is so massive in fact, the Travel Channel filmed it for their new show "Extreme." This pub crawl has made Charlotte a tourist destination. All hail Rich&Bennett.
But I’m pretty sure the producers thought they were filming “Charlotteans Gone Wild” in some of the interviews. I overheard one interview where the guy was talking in a foreign language known as drunk babble, and some girl in dire need of attention wanted to be on camera so bad she pulled up her shirt and shouted, “They always be after me Lucky Charms!” Not very lady like of the lush.
Pictured was the view from DJ Mayor’s booth of Buckhead Saloon at 3 p.m. Saturday afternoon... it was so crowded it was one in, one out — and the line for the ladies room was so long the attendants offered a pass to the front of the line for $3. Considering how long all the broken seals in there were holding their pee, it was a bargain.
What is up with a noon game on a weekday? I’m sure all the VT and UNC fans throughout Charlotte are going to be real productive at work tomorrow. Two words for you: long lunch. Or fuck it, it’s Friday and game day, just take half a day. It’s like an unsaid Tarheel holiday, after all.
I know so much about college basketball that when I met Sean May the year after he helped UNC win the National Championship, I asked him which school he went to. But I do know that VT and UNC both have to win three games in order to win the ACC tournament.
I had tickets to VT vs. Miami game in Atlanta on Thursday, but instead I went up to the lake to watch the game during the live broadcast of WFNZ’s Frank & Buck at the LKN Sports Grille.
Places to go to “lunch” to watch the game...
Chima (pronounced Chi-ma, not Chime-a as I stood, or spoke rather, corrected).
I’ve been to Chima twice – and it wasn’t to eat the delicacy that is Brazilian meat shaved right off the bone... It was to party. As it turns out, Chima isn’t just a place to fine dine, it’s a fine place to wine. Last night I went for the ELEVATE Magazine’s Best Of party.
They had a signature shot called the “Shaved Beaver” – considering it’s a Brazilian restaurant shouldn’t it be referred to as the “Brazilian Waxed Beaver?”
I permanently reside in la la land... But I did just get back from L.A.
Our first night there, my friend's car got towed from my hotel in Hollywood and we had to venture into Compton in order to retrieve it. As the GPS on my rental car said in her British accent, “turn left on South Central Avenue,” I wondered why it wasn’t asking, “Are you sure you want to turn left on South Central?”
Between that, and driving between Santa Monica, Hermosa Beach, Beverly Hills, Hollywood, West Wood and Laguna Beach, I got the full LA experience... as in, I spent most of my time there in the car. After I yelled at my GPS to “shut the front door” because it kept repeating for me to take a left when I couldn’t, I decided to just drive on the coast so I could at least enjoy the view.
I mostly enjoyed my afternoons on the beach, but everything gets hotter when the sun goes down. We went to the club Foxtail for some dude from Twilight’s birthday party (I honestly can’t tell you who’s, because I honestly just don’t care).
But I assumed the actress in the movie that got busted smoking weed was there considering people were openly smoking in the club considering it’s practically legal in Cali. It’s so prevalent in fact, In San Francisco the homeless people don’t beg for money, they offer to sell you pot.
For Fat Tuesday last week, I felt like being a fat ass... So, I went to Fat Boys in Moorseville and really put the fat in Fat Tuesday.
Some of my boys up at the lake told me about this buffet, with a bar... A Buffet-Bar?!?? Really? I thought that combination sounded more like drinking beer before liquor (never sicker) than going together like peas and carrots. Out of curiosity, and some slight disbelief, I requested they take me — and there is in fact a buffet inside a bar up in Moorseville. Dinner and drinks, anyone?
CIAA technically stands for Center Intercollegiate Athletic Association, but it can also mean Charlotte Is having A lot of After Parties! And I do mean A LOT of parties...
This year's multitude of CIAA parties popped off at Pop Life at Apostrophe Lounge ... and The Bee Man Candles Co.
Apparently, in these hard economic times people aren’t buying enough candles to keep the Bee Man in the honey money, and so now Apostrophe Lounge has expanded (just for CIAA) ... and just in time. Because even with Apostrophe doubled in size, there was a line out the door(s). It was like two totally detached lounges with two separate entrances, yet the same venue divided by a mere apostrophe... or wall rather (which, sadly, could not be knocked down).
And there's a lot more going on there and all around town.
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