One swallow does not make a summer, but one skein of geese, cleaving the murk of March thaw, is the weekend.
Your Perks: 1) Button-downs made from supersoft Egyptian cotton. Prepare for spring. 2) A pair of tickets to an avant-garde rabbit costume party. Equal parts weird and sexy. 3) Vacation-ready pants, shirts and polos. Don’t let them go to waste.
This “you not having a glorious weekend bag from Billykirk” thing is more than we can take. You need one. And so, the clouds part, and there’s a sample sale, and you’ve got this physician’s bag that just makes all other bags look terrible. Shame for other bags.
Blancfleet’s doing shared motorcycles now. Which means your first weekend getaway includes you on a BMW R nineT. Then every single person you pass feels something funny happening inside them. It’s basic physiology.
There’s a new lunch that exists on a giant rooftop with exquisite views of the Empire State Building. It’s at the Refinery Hotel, and it’s got blue crab dip. Which is definitely the only reason to go.
All right, this one’s a little out of left field, but... Al Roker is going to teach you about predicting the weather at this event, for charity. And honestly, we’re just not sure how we could live with ourselves if we kept that from you. For some reason.
Unlimited sausages of many varieties from all kinds of chefs, and beers made by guys who live around here—that’s happening at Arrogant Swine in Bushwick. It’s an honest-to-God sausage fest. And that’s how they get you out there.
