The question of "Who run the world?" was answered loud and clear at The Turf Club on Thursday night. Girls. We run this mutha... okay, that's as deep as my Beyonce references go but, really, Thursday night was a clear... Continue Reading →
Neither snow nor rain nor sleet nor "negative bullshit" as the vocalist of Ginny & The Fizz called it was going to keep me from The 7th Street Entry on Thursday night. It was cold-- really cold. Yes, I know... Continue Reading →