My friend Paris and her friend Allison are opening a new art collective space in New York City. They've named it Epoh Owl (I have to admit that I don't know what that name means; Wikipedia doesn't have Epoh, BabyNames.com doesn't have Epoh, so I'm at a loss, but I do love owls).
Epoh Owl's grand opening is this Friday, and as part of the celebration, I have been invited to do whatever I want in front of a microphone for half an hour. According to Paris, there will also be "electric blue ambiance," "flavor from both coasts," "an authentic Farolito runway," "dancing," and "mystery."
Epoh Owl is(/will be here on in) at 38 Marcy Avenue (at Hope Street), in Brooklyn.
The opening begins at 7.
Admission is $3, but it goes to help make this art space a permanent thing, so I would call that a bargain.
My set begins at 7:45.
The festivities will last until roughly 11pm, at which point I will have had a lot to drink and will probably do something foolish. Or actually maybe I'll just behave myself and go to sleep, since I'm supposed to stay with Paris, who will have her mom with her.