duffie's post-punk nyc klub krawl:
In what can only be described as a painful fit of post-punk partying, Miss
Liquid Ice spent Friday night asserting her hipster cred and spacing out to Joy Division at East Village inferno ***
This only prepared her for Saturday night, where she graced the weekly
" " party with her DJ skills. (She played a lot of Smiths, we hear, and we bet she made friends with
" " But did she use the bathrooms? That’s the real question.) So, um,
what the f*ck? How could bubbly clean Duff invade these smoke-filled, drug-oozing dens of indie sin? And, more importantly, what will Disney think?
On that note, all of you art students should probably head to Queens. Lizzie McGuire just killed your identity.
UPDATE: Our informants tell us that it’s worse than we thought: last night, the Duffster hit the Motherf***** brouhaha to catch Bloc Party before making her way over to Morrissey night at **** And then, she got a lifetime subscription to
Spin and ate six pairs of legwarmers...
[the names and locations have been changed to protect the Guilty]