Our friends over at slower.net have some great photos from a marvelous party that we weren't invited to. From the bottom of our unworthy little blogspot heart, we hope the creme de la creme of the New York "niche media scene/new york blog kru" choke on their steak tartare at Megu or Hearth or wherever the fuck they're dining this weekend. Little trust-fund deuchebags, telling everyone what the hell is cool in the East Village. This is my city. This is my dance floor. You naked butt-ass jobettes. No, that's okay, we're firing ourselves.