Like Evel Knievel, Only For Trends
Regard our hero, staring out over the chasm. Below him, some awful swirling fishy maelstrom, a thousand surfers' nightmares come alive. At the bottom lies a bloody demise, at the other side, death by a thousand scenesters. What will our hero do? Sharks be damned, TONITE WE ROCK RIVINGTON STREET.
Yes, indeedy, we are back in NYC, but damned if we can think of anything polite to say through the fug of jetlag. Maybe next week.