Your Reward for Showing Up

After courageously conquering hump day, we all deserve a freaking huge party, but for some reason the Man refuses to acknowledge our massive midweek achievement, insisting that everyone keep grinding full-force till Friday evening. Well, we call bullshit on these arch-capitalist scare tactics and shout, "Slackers unite!" It's time for dissent. It's time for laziness. It's time for productivity to come to a screeching halt.

So join the notorious No Brainer boys and the rest of us at PS14 when we all extol the virtue of wasting time, money, and energy in pursuit of dumb fun.

Jumping off every Thursday at 10 p.m., the party-cum-protest brings DJs Arun, Benton, Jonathan, and Juan mixing and mismatching all kinds of wacky tuneage. It costs only five dollars, and given the bonus of one-dollar Red Stripes, you're guaranteed a beautifully stupid night of binge drinking and spastic dancing. Get dumb, drunk, hyphy, high, whatever — there's obviously no better way to sabotage the tail end of the workweek.
Thursdays, 10 p.m., 2009