Archive for April, 2008
It’s astounding, time is fleeting
Madness takes its toll…
So, not a moment too soon: a new poll is running for the next Art Happy Hour! (AHH!3).
Please, everyone, it’s just a step to the right. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
It doesn’t take any time at all!
With your hands on your mouse,
You bring your knees in tight—
You can help us decide! (On a time and place for your very own Time Warp—a.k.a., Art Happy Hour!)
VOTE FOR ART HAPPY HOUR!
I remember doing the Time Warp
Drinking those moments when
The blackness would hit me and the void would be calling
Let’s do the time warp again…
Eine kleine KunstglĂĽcklichestunde! Musik
Just for fun, meine Schätzes!
No commentsMartinis, beautiful people, and a few happy tidbits
A few AHH! tidbits for today:
- L’Admin d’AHH did manage to stop by the Martini Social @ Clubhouse Jager the other night, and he was disappointed not to see any of you there… You missed a fantastic event! Kudos to Kate Iverson and the crew—she’s doing some great work to bring together the ever-disparate parts of the arts community, and she’s really fun to talk to. I’m hoping she’ll be able to make it to Art Happy Hour!3!
- Speaking of which, I promise, absolutely promise, that crucial information about the next iteration of the nation’s ONLY happy hour for artists and art lovers is coming soon. Though, in keeping with the happy hour aesthetic, I won’t say exactly when…
- In the meantime, here’s a poem about my favorite family of happy hour beverage, the Martini:
There is something about a Martini
A tingle remarkably pleasant;
A yellow, a mellow Martini;
I wish I had one at present.
There is something about a Martini,
Ere the dining and dancing begin,
And to tell you the truth,
It is not the vermouth -
I think that perhaps it’s the gin.
From A Drink with Something in It, Ogden Nash
- Also, here are two jokes by Roger Angell from his essay on martinis in The New Yorker a couple of years ago.
In the Second World War, Navy fighter pilots received a tiny survival kit, “Open Only in Extreme Emergency,” it said. Inside was a tiny shaker and a glass, a stirring straw, a thimbleful of gin and an eyedropper’s worth of vermouth. One downed pilot opened it, mixed and stirred. Vessels made toward him at top speed. A torpedo boat raced up and its commanding officer shouted, “That’s not the right way to make a dry Martini!”
Also: If you’re ever lost in the woods and can’t find your way out, just announce in a loud voice that you know how to make the perfect martini. Three people will suddenly appear out of nowhere to dispute you!
- Finally, I have to send a thanks out to the lovely and wonderful barkeep at Club Jager, who, when given a direct challenge by your Admin to make up “something in the martini family, that’s refreshing, light, and not too sweet” (you have to understand, Mr. Admin can be a bit of a handful in bars sometimes…), without skipping a beat went off and concocted this:
That Springtime Feeling
(She said she’d seen it in an old bar book from the 1920s; likely it’s a drink named after a 1915 movie of the same name. It’s also known, in modern parlance, as a Spring Feeling.)2 oz gin
2 tblsp lemon juice
Add gin and lemon juice to iced shaker. Stir until chilled. Swirl green chartreuse in a chilled cocktail glass. Pour drink into glass, and garnish with a lemon twist.
Please Stand By… (And maybe stand a little closer by…)
One of the great things about happy hours is their lack of structure and their ad hoc quality. With happy hour, there’s no need to stress. This is not work, there’s no rush. There’s no deadline, no pressing need. Happy hour will happen. In its own good time, it’ll happen.
All of which is to say we here at AHH! fully acknowledge we are way behind in everything–posting past pictures, suggesting dates/times for future events, putting up a poll–AND we’re damn proud of it! What’s your rush, anyway, Worky McOverscheduled? It’ll get done. Just relax…
And still, if you absolutely cannot wait one second longer to hang out with your fellow creatives, making clever conversation over drinks and in your best pair of heels, if you just gotta have some sort of surrogate Art Happy Hour right now, asap, on the double, at the snap of a brim—then may we humbly suggest you check out this ultracool event that’s happening tonight at the hip new venue (and AHH!2 poll runner up), Clubhouse Jaeger.
Here’s the skinny (and a picture of some very attractive likely attendees to the event whom we wouldn’t mind meeting):
Martini Social
@ Clubhouse Jager
923 Washington Ave. N
Warehouse District
Thursday April 17th / 5-8pm / Free
Join the ladies of mplsart.com, HYPE
promotion, and l’etoile magazine as  they
host a pre-Fashion Weekend Martini Social
at Clubhouse Jager! Find out what’s going
on over the weekend, learn about our
current projects, and tell us about yours
while sipping martinis! Enter your business
card into a drawing for fabulous prizes,
including tickets to fashion weekend events,
a gift certificate to Cliche, and more!
We humbly solicit your feedback for a very important upcoming event…
The Art Happy Hour is taking suggestions for the locale of the upcoming Art Happy Hour 3, which will take place at some future undetermined date in late May or June.
Please send all ideas to us by the end of April via the comment function of this blog software, or via a good old-fashioned email to admin[at]artheppyhour[dot]com.
We’ll run a poll as usual, to determine the exact time and place of AHH!3, as soon as we have enough suggestions!
Until then, na zdrowie!
2 commentsA Great Time at Grumpy’s
The second iteration of the new Minnesota art-world tradition—Art Happy Hour!—was a load of fun, for the few stalwarts who trudged out to the event. Thanks to you diehards who came for the good times and all the plentiful high spirits.
For the rest of you, stay tuned in coming weeks for information about Art Happy Hour! 3, as well as a few photos from AHH!2.
In the meantime, until the road calls us together again, a song (about the infinite and multifarious attractions of the itinerant life).
…The street calls to me.
The street that gives no exit.
The street calls to me,
The street where women give their lives.
The street where women raise themselves up,
like they do in the city of Martinica…

