Chocolate Jesus 2:00pm
Alright, you were tempted by the 10-Commandment suckers, and the last supper cake mold, but in the end it had to be a chocolate Jesus. It's the TW Bake-along, where you can "get a little something that you can't get at home." Bring along some dark chocolate and sugar, we'll supply the candy thermometer and the Jesus mold. Together we'll whip up a batch, and then ponder the possibilities: do you eat the good Lord from top or bottom, or just scarf him down in one gulp?
What's He Building in There? 3:00pm This is always a good question for Uncle Bob - a man who believes it's important to have bulldozers and schoolbuses for those "around the house" projects. Add to the confusion at the annual TW Art Opening, where as usual we're featuring the charlatan offspring of your creativity that got overlooked in Soho. True, some are here just to swipe the free wine and cheese, but this is the kind of captive audience any artist would kill for. So haul it on up to the house, and we'll help you mount it, whether it's your latest poem or your first piece of taxidermy.And for Elks Club members, there'll be card tables set up in the lounge, and a special selection of TW Bootleg Videos and Small Change
The One that Got Away 4:00pm
Sure, you "coulda been on easy street" if you'd just gotten some breaks. Better grab this last chance to lose your equilibrium, car keys, and your pride by taking a whack at the pi–ata shaped like Tom's head. Inside you'll find all the stuff you lost under the floormats or in the couch cushions. Pay attention as se–orita Missy Cotton, bullhorn in hand, leaves you dizzy, blindfolded, and holding a bat.
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Hey Pachuco! 6:00pm "all over the world, it's the same, it's the same"
After trying in vain to find a mariachi band in Poughkeepsie, your hosts bring you the "hammer to the floor jam," complete with the sheet music to a couple Mexico City tunes we'll struggle through. So come one, come all - no need to hold a tune if you can hold a drink. Dig out the finger cymbals, rattles and maracas, mariachi guiters, chromelodeons, and assorted power tools you thought you'd never use and let'er rip. Lord 'amighty! A silver-bullet opportunity to abandon the methodists and hang with non-conformists like the Stormpigs...
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