The Brooklyn Kick Ball Promish Dance Party Thing
image via flickr
I got all dolled up last Friday and went to the Brooklyn Kick Ball at the Warsaw over in Greenpoint. It was a beautiful, starry-eyed night under the glowing Brooklyn moon where young kickballers dressed to the nines went to become men and women, first kisses were had, and pictures were taken to last a life time.
Except not really, the whole thing was an ironic Colt-45 free Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup-laced glory fest set to music by the Beatards and all sorts of crazy people. It was a kickass kickball celebration to end the season. It was also like an 8th-grade dance with a heck of a lot more booze than my middle school allowed. Gawker and the NY Press were also there, and they have their reports home up today as well.
The NY Press described the dance more or less as a bunch of sloppy kisses, while Sheila @ Gawker just got blitzed in high heels along with the rest of us. Oh, and hats off to the NY Press, who chose some kind of old Microsoft Art graphic of someone kicking a ball for their story (called of course kickball.jpg). I guess the recession is hitting the newspaper industry more than we previously thought. That graphic is below the jump, because it’s just oh-so crappy I didn’t want to ruin my high-class story with it.
It’s a beaut, ain’t it?!
