Problem of Leisure,
…what to do for pleasure.
This weekend’s birthday shout-out goes to Mel-E-Mel. Shmelanie is the sister of Ms. Holly Polo and the better half of Snootball Foodington. So, yeah, she’s kind of a big deal. Today is her b’day, but next weekend (Sun. 10th) will be the big mimosa chugging brunch at Donnybrook Manor. Wish her a happy birthday today and you might just get an invitation to next week’s drunken brunch.
What is the rest of Donnybrook doing this weekend? Find out after the jump.
Angora Holly Polo:
Blood on the Wall is fucking fantastic to lose your shit to. They will
be bloodying the walls of Larimer Lounge tonight, and I will be
reviewing the carnage on Reverb over the weekend. Keep an
Guido Sarducci IV:
Friday: Blood on the Wall at Larimer Lounge.
I don’t know what their new album Liferz sounds like, but if there is even one tune that sounds like “Mary Susan” from their 2003 debut, than it’ll be my favorite garage-dance-metal album of the year. The Larimer Lounge was built for this band.
Friday night, my pal Lady Bandita, professional dominatrix and BDSM educator extraordinaire is teaching a workshop on sensual bondage at Hysteria. It’s $15 per person and you have to call ahead because space is limited, but if you can get it in, it’s totally worth it. The class starts at 7:30, but there’s wine and cheese and stuff if you show up a little early. The workshop covers basic bondage, sensory play, flogging, and paddling. Should be badass. And an excellent way to prepare for Valentine’s Day naughtiness.
If kink isn’t your thing, there’s a kissing workshop taught by Ellie Pope, founder of WildWiggle (www.wildwiggle.com) on Saturday night. Once again, it starts at 7:30 (show up early for mingling); it’s $15 a person and you need to call ahead to make sure there’s space. Kissing is probably the most under-rated and under-appreciated forms of physical intimacy, so seriously…go get some pointers.
If you’re interested in either workshop, call 303-733-3373.
Ivvy Goldberg Esq.:
SUNDAY- find a tv. Preferably a Hi-Def tv, 40 inches or above. Sit in front of it and watch the big men grunt and try to kill each other. I recomend the Blake Street Tavern, 2401 Blake Street, but only if you’re a pretty die-hard Pats fan. Everyone else should probably avoid that bar like the plague, because it’s gonna get ugly down there.
Anton O. Masia:
It’s the last chance to listen
Before the Blue A’s fly
Go to Bar Bar on Saturday
Have a beer into which you can cry