Before we bid 2012 a fond farewell, let us reflect. There was laughter. There were tears. There were zero-gravity flights and Bloody Marys the size of a human baby. Below, a few of those events that shaped this year. And possibly, your life.
The stage was set early this year. And on that stage: a floating Hershey’s Kiss–shaped canvas tent. You hung it from trees in the woods. You hung it from the ceiling in your living room. You forgot you owned a bed for about two days. And then someone reminded you.
Once upon a time, your steak came on a plate and your vodka came... with tonic. That was before the Nook decided that wasn’t working anymore and introduced you to an inappropriately massive Bloody Mary complete with a beef straw, blue-cheese olives, tots, eggs, toast, steak and bacon. Oh, and vodka.
It was hot out. People were starting to worry. Then, out of nowhere, a bar made from solid ice emerged like a Russian ice goddess in the night. Or something. Anyway, the nigiri was fresh. The 300 vodkas were cold. The $400 martini in a Swarovski crystal glass with caviar-stuffed olives was... satisfactory.
Ford Fry was good to us this year. Like, really good. We’re talking oyster-bar-in-a-warehouse-y-space-with-more-lobster-rolls-and-skate-wing-schnitzel-than-you-know-what-to-do-with good. And, as if it were necessary, he added a mini-golf course, too. Turns out, it was.
Space exploration has always fascinated you. By proxy, so has floating around in an airplane with padded walls. Well, that happened. First, you were properly suited. Then, you were properly flown to 32,000 feet. Then, you unbuckled your seat belt and ended up weightless. And that’s how you perfected your moonwalk.
Within weeks of each other, the P’cheen guys opened the doors to not one but two late-night spots. The first was hidden behind a bookshelf in the back of a pizza joint. The next was filled with skee-ball, beer-rich bathtubs and Mike LaSage’s infamous barbecue. Which then filled your mouth.
In order to make room for some handsome overflow, Sid Mashburn grew a few hundred square feet recently. Nothing crazy. Just enough room for a wall full of leathery boots, a stuffed giraffe head and some turntables, amps and vinyl. Coincidentally, that’s just enough room for a spontaneous dance party.
