Sorry for the absence!
I so didn't mean to be gone so long from this blog! And I apologize, in a few short weeks you'll not only be seeing a whole different web site when you come here but a new name as well and I've been busy making sure everything is ready for when that time comes. I've also been traveling like crazy, going to Dallas, Chicago, Las Vegas in less than a month. Nuts! I know.
But that never stops me from going out as you all know so while I have a quick moment to spend with you I'll share some of my high points and low points of my recent nightlife outtings. Some of this you already read in the column but I want to reiterate and add to.
The Celt: A beautiful bar in downtown Orlando that needs to lower its prices. $5.25 for most pints is high guys, and you have a great spot and perfect niche market, work with us here and you'll see our smiling faces in front of the bar with cash in hand. Also, sorry I didn't mention all the owners in the column I wrote last week. Besides Jimmy Mulvaney, co-owners also include his wife Kathy and Rick and Lisa Boyd. Kudos on the Irish stew and that you don't put peas in it. As my friend Vincent says, "Peas are the devil's vegetable."
NV: Oh NV, my heart is yours. To find out why, you can read my column this Friday about the gallery in downtown Orlando, but I will say this place is my latest favorite little hideaway. And I personally want no one else in town to go there so it doesn't get crowded and stupid like most places around this city do. I love you NV, I do.
Kiwi's: If everyone is done vomiting in their mouths from my last paragraph we can move onto Kiwi's in Altamonte Springs. The place has been located in a strip mall off of 436 for many years but I just hadn't stopped by in a long time. Which is a shame because $5.50 Yuengling pitchers on game day make it a Sunday football must. I'll be back by more often from now on.
In the "Are you shitting me?" category this week we have word that Tommy Lee will be DJing at Blue Martini on Sept. 24. And yes, that would be Tommy Lee from Motley Crue... DJing... at Blue Martini. How's that for everything but the proverbial musical kitchen sink? You know I'm going to this. How could I miss it? But do you think the dress code will allow ripped jeans that evening?