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Live from Mistletoe Match at Hell’s Kitchen

According to Scandinavian folklore, two people that meet under mistletoe are obliged to kiss. Now I’m not aware of a large Scandinavian population here in Brick City, but that isn’t stopping the singles from pouring into Hell’s Kitchen for their Mistletoe Match. The premise is simple, find the person who has the mate to your mistletoe, but I’m curious to see what happens when a few drinks are involved. So I’m here to live-blog, see what the singles are saying and hopefully find the package that Santa can’t wrap up and put under my tree! (*wink wink*) Let the guest blogging begin!

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A Bar with Balls

Three different things come to mind when I hear the word balls. The literal type... The "other" literal type... and the metaphorical type. This past week at Hell's Kitchen I've experienced all three...

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Nice To “Meat” You

"Its 2:30 AM," a groggy voice mumbles though my Bluetooth. "I know, but I wanted someone to know where I'm going." I tell my best friend. "And where might that be?" she asks. "Staten Island for a nightcap. I met a guy at Hell's." "Didn't you have a blind date at Mompou?" "I'll explain later. Just know that if you here about a girl chopped up ala Dexter in Staten Island on the news tomorrow morning, come claim the body." "Don't do anything I wouldn't do," she tells me, just as I pull up to his house...

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Hell Here I Come!

Five days. That is how many days until I turn twenty one and I can’t wait. My hour of power will be filled with neon colored martinis, club hopping, and lots of out of tune singing. Although, what I am most excited about is that I will no longer have to go through the embarrassment [...]

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