People, you've got some good times ahead of you. Save the laundry for next weekend.

Good stuff on Friday:

1. Awww! Metromix is hosting its first event! Club 82, the Avalon , Keith Wilson, a live performance by Ima Robot, and (hello!) free woddkah from V2 before 10:30pm. I'll be the redhead who looks like she's happy to be drinking free vodka. 

2. If you must miss the Metromix party, let it be for this. Please.

Ooooh, Saturday. Why must you be such a many-faceted entertainment temptress? Here are your options:

1. Zombie Walk! Really, try to turn this down. It's impossible.

2. Create:Fixate's annual photography show in a huge hangar on Ivar. Sure there's a cover, but there's also live music and live art, cheapskates.

3. Katrina Leigh Umber's closing party at the adorable little Showcave

4. Flip Cup! Get your booze on in a para-athletic setting. Plus, score a t-shirt, and liver damage! The afterparty is at Cedars Sinai in the Critical Toxcitiy Unit. 

5. Crewest Gallery has Mark Ferem signing his Bathroom Graffiti book. Loff it! 

Sunday, if you're not hooked up to a drip in the ICU, damning the evil-doers who invented Flip Cup, hit the Ballroom Blitz swap meet  in the the lovely Alexandria Hotel for some handmade crafts proffered up by hot chicks with tattoos. 

People: let's get wicked silly.  

 

 

Yesterday, you were dazzled by the most horrifying flavor combo in recent memory. Today, we've upped the ante:

To celebrate the release of The Simpsons Movie, Ben & Jerry's has created a limited-edition ice cream flavor which combines Homer's two favorite foods: doughnuts and beer. The new flavor, called "Duff & D'oh-Nuts," is probably as gross as beer-and-doughnut-flavored ice cream should be.

But don't go looking for this in your freezer aisle anytime soon: the Ben & Jerry's PR dude informed me that "Duff & D'oh-Nuts" was a one-day-only flavor concocted for the Springfield, Vermont film premiere event.

 

Press weren't allowed inside new club Opera on opening night, but that didn't stop us from trying. Click here to see all the tabloid-worthy pix taken by our photog Victor Rodionoff, who might never forgive me for making him stand outside with the paparazzi.

It’s kinda late, I’m kinda tired. I went to see the Rapture at the Mayan tonight. Yeah, uh huh. Whoo! Kids just wanna dance, and the Rapture have got their collective number. At one point I could’ve sworn they were covering P.I.L., but they weren’t. There was a serious Cure moment as well. But most of all, it was about that disco beat and a rumbling bass line, maybe a few faux metal histrionics on the guitar and don’t forget a heavy dose of cowbell giving and saxophone skronking. Just add young, up for it crowd of party people and you’ve got yourself a good time.

The Mayan is one trippy place. I’m convinced some crazy craziness has gone on in that building over the years. You can just feel it. It feels kind of eerie, but kind of hot at the same time. You know what I’m talking about. Check it out when you get a chance. It’s worth the trip. Hey, you’re already hanging out downtown anyway, right? We hear salsa night is redonkulous.