The weekend is giving you to the count of three.
You’ve spent New Year’s in many interesting places. Havana, Cuba, in 1959: not one of them. Well, at least not till now. Black-tie attire at Bobo is suggested, but a deep-seated love for live Cuban music, champagne mojitos and crispy pork skin is basically a requirement.
You know a thing or two about experimental cinema (your production of David Lynch’s Home Alone will change everything), but you’re still bound to have your mind at least partially blown by this collection of Andy Warhol screen tests and shorts. Featuring the likes of Lou Reed, Dennis Hopper and a full frontal... Campbell’s soup can.
There are many benefits to holding your NYE party on a salvaged ship. A gently rocking dance floor and open bar in the hull would be two. The less restrictive and loosely enforced maritime laws would be three.
December 31, a night best spent free and clear of the out-of-town crowd. So you’ll seek refuge in a place they’d never think to look: a movie theater. But not just any movie theater. One showing the Eddie Murphy classic, Coming to America, at midnight. You supply the McDowell’s; they’ll supply the Sexual Chocolate.
Mob movies: great. Mob artifact galleries: greater. This particular one’s set up as a shrine to the life and untimely death outside a clam bar of Joe Gallo. We can’t tell you exactly what kinds of pieces are on display (code of silence and all), but we assure you the space is horse head–free.
