Clinamenic

Binary & Tweed
Believe me I was surprised too, albeit pleasantly. The sign reading “Ass Juice” on the menu gave no indication of what was in it, so I was prepared for a more exotic taste than that of a mere Arnold Palmer.
 

Leo

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Clinamenic

Binary & Tweed
"Ass juice is their signature mixed liquor beverage known to not taste like booze but be full of it."

"After happy hour ends there's canned beer for $4 and something as well called 'ass juice'. I was tempted. Trust me. I was tempted."

"PS: Get the Ass Juice."

"Have to try the "ASS JUICE""
 

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Do you have shit mixes when you're drinking as kids in America?

I'm not sure I'd order an arse juice but i do admire it in a way
 

IdleRich

IdleRich
This bar sounds a little bit... childish? Porn on all the screens, a drink called Ass Juice, what do they have for food, Willy Sausage perhaps? Poopy Potatoes? How come they gave it such a boring name, if it were me I'd have called it The Pair of Big Hairy Bouncing Balls. I assume that they at least have these on every seat



Actually it reminds me a little of Peep Show when somehow Jerry and Super Hans end up owning a pub and Hans insists that if they don't use the name he favours - Free The Paedos - then it will reveal that they are horribly bourgeois and completely enslaved by boring social norms.
 

shakahislop

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I've never been in but I had the impression that its a holdout from the punk/hardcore thing that used to be all over the east village, so if that's right then it's part of that lineage of gross-out that's a minor feature of those world's (well punk at least, I don't know about hardcore)
 

shakahislop

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I'm wrong about part of this, I looked and its been there since 2006. but it is a punk (ish) bar. derived from one in las vegas which makes sense to me coz that gross-out thing is more associated with the west coast punk thing
 

thirdform

pass the sick bucket
Yes, it was incredibly uncomfortable. One time it was a small coffee shop space—maybe 8-12 people, very intimate. I'm sitting on the floor, under a table, at 6'2", because it's a small space and I show up a little late, don't wanna take the last chair. Proceed to get shown a video about how white people take up space—a supreme bit of irony vis-a-vis essentializing—and then am asked to participate in a call-and-response where I say shit like "I am a white supremacist," "I need to make space for the black people that I and my ancestors have denigrated with structural racism," "I accept the black man's potent sexuality as superior to my own."

It was an exercise designed to be humiliating—classic s/m tropes—and was. I kept silent but my cheeks burned and I left afterward. Actually, my girlfriend at the time helped organize the event, which was why I was in attendance to begin with.

Did you do hardsports kinks with her afterwards?

Also she sounds like the type of person who would go on anti-racism demos in 2020 and then in 2021 go back to writing white sluts virgin club bbc erotica.
 

shakahislop

Well-known member
just saw after hours for the first time. similar to what i've been reading about the bohemian ideal recently, i suppose its obvious, there is an enduring myth about the night in new york that continues to the present, the randomness, the chance, everyone being up at 2am, artists doing weird shit, the girls who'll sleep with you immediately. it's obviously not a coincidence that he's reading henry miller at the start. eyes wide shut is part of that long lineage as well i think. party girl too, and that half-finished basquiat film. a really powerful myth i think. intoxicating. it makes you want to impersonate it, be a part of it.

it's part of the soup with the brooklyn culture mafia thing too, although only a minor flavour rather than a bulk vegetable.
 

version

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There's a French documentary on Ferrara that's like that. They just follow him around New York all night while he shoots a music video, picks up drugs, drops in on a guitar shop, auditions a bunch of actresses, ends up in a bar watching one of his own films, hops on the back of some guy's moped.

Bringing Out the Dead has that sort of feel too. Nobody sleeps, everybody's into something.

 

sus

Moderator
just saw after hours for the first time. similar to what i've been reading about the bohemian ideal recently, i suppose its obvious, there is an enduring myth about the night in new york that continues to the present, the randomness, the chance, everyone being up at 2am, artists doing weird shit, the girls who'll sleep with you immediately. it's obviously not a coincidence that he's reading henry miller at the start. eyes wide shut is part of that long lineage as well i think. party girl too, and that half-finished basquiat film. a really powerful myth i think. intoxicating. it makes you want to impersonate it, be a part of it.

it's part of the soup with the brooklyn culture mafia thing too, although only a minor flavour rather than a bulk vegetable.
Yeah everyone talks about "afters" (short for "after hours" and "after party"), it's seen as the much more exclusive event, often the "real" event. There's the public watering hole where you network and then the inner circles + whoever they picked up or liked at the watering hole heads back to someone's apartment. This is all over Whit Stillman films (Metropolitan, Last Days of Disco) and I believe the basis for the new Matt Gasda play.
 

shakahislop

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Yeah everyone talks about "afters" (short for "after hours" and "after party"), it's seen as the much more exclusive event, often the "real" event. There's the public watering hole where you network and then the inner circles + whoever they picked up or liked at the watering hole heads back to someone's apartment. This is all over Whit Stillman films (Metropolitan, Last Days of Disco) and I believe the basis for the new Matt Gasda play.

the @IdleRich lifestyle
 

sus

Moderator
When we say "myth" it's hard to know how much reality grounds it. I think that scene exists for people with extreme social stamina. They go out at 6pm and are okay coming back at 4am. All night long they're with people, on a regular basis. It sounds rather exhausting. And I'm not sure how you'd get any work done, even though these are frequently artist- or writer-identifying types. Some of them (e.g. Gasda, Crumps, Kaitlin Phillips, Nathaniel Otting Weaver) make their social network the basis of their art, or their art itself.
 

sus

Moderator
Many members of the gay culture mafia pre-game on weekdays starting around 9 or 10pm, leave for a party or club at 2am, and don't go home til sunrise, grabbing brunch and bloody marys to wrap up the nite. Incredible social stamina. Incredible life style.
 
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