The Problem of Leisure…
..What to do for pleasure?
Am I drunk, or are the sidebars of this web site in italics? We’ll have to get the I.T. servants on that post-haste. At any rate, here’s what we’re doing this weekend!
CAP ‘N’ COLLEEN:
Thursday night there is an Anais Nin birthday party at IronFeather Bookshop
(4931 West 38th. Ave. Denver, Colorado, 80212, USA). Basically, everyone’s gonna sit in a circle and read selections from her work and talk about it and share and be big Anais-Nin-loving dorks together. It’s totally my kind of evening.
I really want to see Persepolis, so if it’s still playing this weekend, I’ll probably go. Look at me, talking like I live in Denver. I suppose this means my fantasies have escalated to full-on delusion.
Since I’m being all delusional and stuff, why don’t I go ahead and say I would go to My Brother’s Bar on Friday night to hang out with Dwight, the only bartender in the whole damn city who can make a gin martini just the way I like it. He’s also responsible for not once, not twice, but three times convincing me to eat Johnny burgers, thus ending my periodic vegetarianism on each occasion. Seriously. Go to Brother’s. Have a burger and a drink. Say hi to Dwight for me since I’m too far away to do it for myself. You won’t be sorry.
sleeping through the weekend…. until sia at the fox in boulder on sunday.
ANTON O MASIA:
Anton proffers a couple suggestions for Friday night
Only you can choose which destination, for you, is right
New Mexico, Utah, Nevada and California,
Bad Weather is most definitely going places.
Denver, don’t say I didn’t warn ya.
Show up Friday at the hi-dive
Listen. Feel glad you are alive,
And send them off with your smiling faces.
Aching hearts and troubled minds…ah, you know them. We all can use some smiles.
With some lyrical words to soothe you, the Cowboy Curse’s songs are menders.
And appearing with them there’s Mansfield Ghost, Still City and Blue Million Miles
To hear all four, this Friday, you’ll have to get yourself over to Bender’s.
IVYY GODLBERG, ESQ:
The Oscars are this Sunday. I’ll be watching from the comfort of Donnybrook Manor, where we have 1000 HD televisions decorating the walls of our pillow room, so I’m pretty much set. But for all the little people out there who have no pillow room, might I suggest heading to Colfax, and taking in the event at Neighborhood Flix? 25 bucks gets you dinner, a drink, and a seat in their huge comfy theater to watch all the gaudy dresses and fake boobs.
www.neighborhoodflix.com or call 303-388-FLIX
I SPEAK OUT
Flobots at the Denver Public Library
Flobots will be playing a short set with composer and multi-instrumentalist David Amram, a longtime collaborator with Jack Kerouac, and Denver’s nationally ranked slam poet Panama Soweto. Seating is limited, so it will be a good idea to arrive early. Flobots will be performing at 2pm. Pick up your free admission pass at the Information Desk in the Central Library starting at 9 a.m. on Saturday. You will not be admitted without a pass. Doors open at 1:30 p.m., showtime is 2 p.m.
I’m gonna be dancing my ass off to Men and Hey Willpower at the Hi-Dive. Men is two-thirds of the awesome band Le Tigre (RIP). JD Samson and Johanna Fateman have been working on many different projects since the demise of Le Tigre, but in the form of Men they have become a DJ/remix collective. Hey Willpower is a sexy electro-dance setup from San Fransisco.
The Chez Artiste is showing the Academy Award nominated Live action and animated shorts, and while I’m there I’ll check out the last critically acclaimed film I’ve missed The Diving Bell and The Butterfly.
Friday and Saturday round midnight there will be some Fear and Loathing in the Esquire
Sunday: I’ll be at the Denver Film Society’s Oscar party praying that one of the Best of Pictures won’t turn into this generations “How Green Was My Valley.”
ANGORA HOLLY POLO:
This Sunday, the innermost circle of Donnybrook shall meet for a secret roundtable Shareholder’s Meeting/orgy at Donnybrook Maison. The future of Donnybrook lies in these brilliant, superior minds, and shall be coaxed out with mass quantities of liquor. Maybe we’ll watch us some Oscars.
That’s all, my little Donnybrooklings. Go forth and be free!