May Day! May Day! Never thought I'd say this, but there is too much to do in May.
Let's start with "May Bash: Motorcycles, Music, and Mayhem." We were "Kickin' for Kids" at this charity, live band backyard brouhaha. The party was intense, and by that I mean in tents, as people were camped out in the front yard. Pitching a tent, hmm, talk about a good way to combat drinking and driving. And they also had homemade barbecue to coat your stomach for all the Bud Light and Dolce Vita wine. The opening act, the Loose Lugnut's had a "Boobie Booth" and the Belmont Playboys had me dancing barefoot in the grass like a hippie.
And then there's Alive After Five where all the corporate buildings in uptown spill out their employees onto Wachovia Atrium for one massive happy hour every Thursday.
Meanwhile, bars with patios as big as the interior become hot spots. Cason-point: the two new kids in town: The Pub and Snug Harbor, as well as Selwyn Pub, Tyber Creek Pub, Thomas Street Tavern and Philosopher's Stone.
I think I might actually be a hippie -- I hit up Philosophers where I was greeted by a patchouli aroma and a sweet-looking 71-year-old man chillin' by his lonesome, so I smiled and said, "Hi there!" His response was, "I wish I was." It was like Mr. Rogers asking for a doobie. Speaking of which, last Saturday was their Stonefest -- I unfortunately had to pass the joint to take the fast lane up 85 to Lowe's Motor Speedway for the All Star Race. So perhaps I am more hick than hippie.
But I'm also a hip-hopper -- underground hip-hop to be exact, combined with Bossanova House, a mix of Latin and House. Last week the Sol Kitchen and The Loaf's Pop Life popped off at Prevue, and it was poppin'! Everyone, their mom and Carolina Nightlife was there. It was a preview of Prevue in NoDa (formally Gilda's); I felt like I was chillin' in someone's living room, someone who lives in an antique Victorian home with a ballroom. The hosts were very hospitable, serving eats and beats. The DJs -- Mike Kitchen and DJ Outlaw -- made spinning into an art form with their eclectic tunes.
It was an ATL party in the QC! Even the drinks were poppin' -- literally. I was sipping on a Poptini -- a martini lined with pop rocks -- it was like an orgy in my mouth. Pop life pops off at Prevue every Wednesday throughout the summer. It's kinda like the Wednesday "Alive After Five." Be sure to get a taste of Pop Life before it hits its expiration date.
So in conclusion, I'm just a hick-hopping hippie in heels.