Okay, so a few days ago, we asked you for your retarded Making Time stories of yore. In return, we said, we’d give a pair of passes to this weekend’s Making Time to the best entry. So far, the results have been trickling in. Most of them have been unpublishable because they directly name Philebrity staff and friends in a series of drug/sex-capades that, frankly, were so ridiculous that we’re half-tempted to renounce the party lights forever and start listening to Iron & Wine or some shit. The rest have been like this:

Nothing really happens at Making Time. I thought that was the point. Just your standard bunch of hipsters and trendoids drinking crappy beer and trying to avoid any significant social connection with their peers. Half of those kids think David Mancuso and Larry Levan are designer hair-care products. I once saw a girl on the dancefloor popping and locking in a sort of slow-motion qualude induced trance, while her friend was so drunk he didn’t even realize that he stole my girlfriend’s beer until I made him buy her a new one.

Riiiiiight. You know what? Fuck this guy. And so, without further ado, we are raising the ante: Send an email to tips@philebrity.com RIGHT NOW and one lucky winner will get a pair of tix to see M.I.A. at Transit on Monday AND tix to Making Time for Saturday. RIGHT NOW. Two lucky runners-up will also each cop a pair of M.I.A. tickets as well. So don’t delay, and for the love of Christ, don’t say we never gave you anything.

This entry was posted on Friday, June 10th, 2005 at 2:10 pm.