Stonefox- Mid-Week Stonefox Show in Delray and Other Stuff That Rules

Stonefox plays tomorrow night, Wednesday, at Delux in Delray Beach.

The official Dubfest pre-party will be at Propaganda in Lake Worth on Thursday, September 3rd with performances by Deerfield Beach band Stampede and Lake Worth’s Speaking Volumes, which will play Dubfest on Saturday.

Dubfest at Young Circle in Hollywood with reggae legends such as three-time Grammy winner Bunny Wailer and Lee “Scratch” Perry. Other reggae, ska and rock acts to appear at Dubfest include Reel Big Fish, Bad Fish, Goldfinger, Ballyhoo, Authority Zero, Speaking Volumes and local band B-Liminal. The park will be divided into 5 sections with names like Meadow, where you can watch skate demonstrations, Serenity, where you can mellow out and sit or lay down by a fountain, and Plaza, where you can purchase food, clothes and other items of interest. Pre-sale tickets cost $35 and $40 gets you in at the door. The day begins at 11 a.m.

Also, Palm Beach band Surfer Blood got love from Pitchfork this week. That’s pretty rad, man. That band, which is touring like crazy (Nova Scotia?!), will release album Astro Coast this Friday night at Propaganda accompanied by Lil Daggers from Miami and XOXO from Orlando.

All of this stuff is making me feel kinda blue about the fact that I’m going up to Mobile this weekend to see my little niece. What can I do? I mentioned it last week, but IWAN and Laser Wolf are putting on that local music/film event at The Bubble too. I just noticed that that hand is not OK. That’s a friendly reminder, friends. I can tell from the lineup that there are going to be cute dudes there if you enjoy looking at dudes.

Lessons from the Recent Past: I Learned a Cool, New Drink Recipe

Besides realizing that I still have the capacity to relax and enjoy myself, which was a big one, and that I do have enough courage inside of me to jump into open water for a bit of snorkeling, I learned one other thing last weekend that will change day time partying forever. As you probably don’t know, my good friends Russ & Jess are geniuses — really quite brilliant — and they shared a drink recipe with me that I would like to pass on to you. I am a tomato juice fiend and, consequently, I like to drink bloody marys now and then. The problem with bloody marys is that the vodka element tends to have a tanking effect — no not tank a**, but rather the hugging-the-toilet kind of tank. This new drink recipe, which is simply to mix Bud Light with Clamato — yeah, I know how it sounds — offers the salty yumminess of the tomato sans the drooling aftereffects of the vodka. Cheers!

Friday Night Happy Hour at W/ Mermaids at The Shipwreck Bar at Yankee Clipper

My weekend launched into fun with a visit to The Wreck Lounge at The Yankee Clipper hotel. I figured I might as well see it to if the company was going to be good and the location predetermined — I hate picking where to go and what to do. My mom, her boyfriend and a couple of friends decided that they wanted to go and watch the mermaids that swim behind the glass-backed bar at this classic Lauderdale hotel.The mermaids were mesmerizing and the drinks were tropical and delicious – we only had one! Wow!
It’s not your average happy hour! We raised a glass to our new little Hambright — my brother and his wife had a little girl! We don’t even know her name yet, but we’re very pleased to know that there is more Hambright meat on the platter of life. Everyone kept telling them they were going to have a boy — not the doctors as the couple wanted it to be a surprise — until they finally believed it! We can’t wait to find out here name and see her in person. Ninny is never going to wipe this smile off of her face and I’m going to hold the baby just like this:

Saturday Night – Dec. 13th – The Boat Parade

On Saturday evening, Sweet Bronco and I set out on a series of adventures. First, we headed over to the Las Olas Bridge to check out the Seminole Hard Rock Winterfest Boat Parade, but it was already zooming by at lightning speed. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve always had to go to Boat Parade parties. I always thought they were the lamest thing ever and had no patience for the cheesiness of the whole affair. Now, I think it’s quite charming, but I didn’t have any parties to go to this year. Some of the old standard boats were there.

The Jungle Queen was out, looking like a sleigh cruising up the Intracoastal to Santa’s place in Palm Beach, and the Carrie B was there too! As usual, we saw the sailboat with all of the soldiers who line up in a row on a sailboat and all fall down when the cannon fires. but we needed more, more yachts, more dance music, more DJs talking to people on the banks. We wanted to spend more of our Saturday night bearing witness to awesome boat parties that we weren’t invited to, so we headed up to the Oakland Park Boulevard bridge to catch more of the show. Yes, we stood underneath the underpass down by the water. Two hundred, or so, people had gathered in the same place to catch a glimpse of the lighted boats passing by. I didn’t take any photos, but Sweet Bronco and I did take video footage, which will be available in the next month.

This Moodvane post fueled by Intown 411.

Inkpen’s Weekend In Fire Island

Whether you’re venturing home from low tea or high, amble with care on this The Boulevard in the wonderfully remote, gay town of Fire Island. We had four injuries in my house alone — a trip and fall knee injury, a poke in the eye from a tree, a slip and fall down the stairs and a foot injury with origins unknown. Beware, you labor day boys and remember, no white after Labor Day. Hugs and kisses on the cheek, Inkpen.

Much like spending lazy afternoons wandering without a care (carelessness is the most important part) through the winding streets of Paris or driving across the United States, one of Inkpen’s lifelong travel dreams (one she’d forgotten she’d held dear to her heart) was to weekend in Fire Island. Well, finally, dramatically and fulfillingly, it has come to pass. What a weekend she had with her whole little heart in her throat!

Above: Inkpen and her bro. No, they aren’t twins, but there is a genetic freakishness in the physical likeness among our clan.

Fire Island Gallery. Enjoy!

They Got Moranned! From a Cruise Line? For the rest of their lives?

Getting “moranned” is like getting banned, except for that you’re getting banned from a cruise line…for life. This USA Today story about the Morans, a Cleveland couple that complained its way into getting banned from Royal Caribbean cruise line, is just about the funniest thing Inkpen has seen all week. Besides the fact that their last name is just one letter off from “moron”, there are two good reasons why this story tickles Inkpen’s toesies: everyone knows a person or couple like the Morans, most likely the kind of people whom you’d give up long-cherished life goals to avoid having to talk to for 15 minutes, and how extreme would these people have to be to stand apart from the hen-pecking, buffet lovers that generally frequent cruise ships? Aren’t cruises like vacations for imaginationless people who don’t like to move around? I seriously hope that a video of the Morans complaining to a young, career-thirsty reporter from a Cleveland TV station emerges soon?

Looked for one…couldn’t find it, but I found this interesting video while I was searching:

Lime green is all I’m gonna say about that video.

What we learned today: There’s nothing worse than hearing, “You got moranned,” cause you know that, kinda person that you (likely) are, whatever’s wrong has gotta be your own fault.

Sweet Bronco made me something he’s calling chamomillio estevez tea, so that’s exciting.

Sweet Bronco’s Too Coo’ For Schoo’

Yesterday, while assessing the surf at his own personal Waimea, Fort Lauderdale Beach, Sweet Bronco posed for this photograph and said:

“If I’m going to get wet, I might as well not hang out with these posers.”

It was funny. I think he went up and surfed at Pompano or Lauderdale-by-the-Sea, where it was “going off.”

Manor Lanes and Kicking it Low Key with Big Wave Surfing Films

Sweet Bronco and I have been kicking it pretty low key these days. Last night we went to Manor Lanes and bowled in the mid-100s (awesome) and shared one pitcher of what Mickey Blue Eyes calls “bee” (Yuengling). Here’s the funny clip from an otherwise mediocre romantic comedy:

We’ve also been chillin’ on the couch a lot and watching the big-wave surfing film Riding Giants, which I highly recommend. It’s amazing to see the upper limits of human bravery. I’ve never even considered being a fraction as brave as these people. Can’t wait to watch Billabong Odyssey. Big-wave surfer Mike Parsons shows you why:

Fort Lauderdale Beach Weekend

As a part of my lifelong attempt to make peace with and enjoy the recreational offerings of the ocean, I spent the weekend at the beach. While walking off a week’s worth of LaSpada’s Italian Specials (heavy on the sweet peppers for a good time), I walked by this adorable couple(those figures in the water). When I passed them, the girl was lining up piles seaweed on either side of her man, who was kicking it on a beach towel. By the time I got back to their spot with my camera, she had created a sort of aisle that stretched from the sidewalk to the water’s edge, beyond which the two frolicked in the big blue. I hope they are a happy pair headed for more beautiful things and not just a couple of creative codependent cuties!

I planned on swimming this weekend, but there was an alarming amount or garbage on the beach and in the water at the north end of the public beach, one mile north of Sunrise. True, I am the sort of paranoid pam who can’t enjoy a round of barefoot beach frisbee for fear of taking a hypodermic needle through a foot arch, but the amount of waste on the beach would have deterred any sane person from entering. There was a piece of garbage in the water or on the sand at least every every ten feet, including plastic bags, cylinders, fishing lures and light bulbs.