Go fly a weekend.
Your Perks: 1) Handsome watches, available nowhere but Perks. 2) An iPhone case that doubles as four pro-grade camera lenses. 3) Leather wallets, handmade in Chicago and inspired by old-school gangsters. Who knew a thing or two about money...
Tonight, for the first time ever, Mother will have karaoke upstairs. And since it’d be a disservice to ears everywhere not to go, you should go. Tonight’s a bit of a dry run, but if all goes well, they’ll start doing it weekly. If it doesn’t, then you probably sang the Cranberries.
Clothes. Society seems to think they’re a pretty good idea. About that: Sid Mashburn is having a sale on things that may or may not (but probably will) be necessary this weekend. Bright-yellow pants. Orange canvas shoes. Teal swim trunks. It’s like a leisure rainbow in there.
Mason Murer. Now there’s an art gallery that’s... never had a sale before. But tomorrow evening, they’re doing a one-night-only thing where certain paintings (of the abstract and nude ilk) will be on sale. Bring someone. Listen to live music. Make a cultural investment. Or don’t and just drink drinks.
Fact of life #1: Drinking Bloody Marys is joyous. Fact of life #2: Southern Art is starting a weekly jazz brunch with tableside Bloody Mary carts. Yup. They’ll wheel around things like vodka, gin, bourbon, wasabi powder and beer and ask how you’d like it. “All of the above” sounds about right.
When a dinner-only spot starts doing counter-service-style lunch with pizzas and panini, you generally appreciate that. Such is the case with Double Zero. Make it a point to try out their pork belly Cubans and sausage pizzas. Then make it a point to go, “Ahh.”
