MR Bazaar hatched from a dinosaur egg inside Canal Street Market on March 1st. We watched it grow up over the course of the month, from its first hat sale to its last community event. There was lots of fun, non-dinosaur-puberty-related stuff in between, SUCH AS:
Selling out and restocking merch
Hats and boob mugs were very popular, which is not shocking at all considering that your brain deserves to be hugged non-stop and your coffee deserves to be cradled inside a choice selection of adult anatomy. Don’t worry though, we have more hats and will be open for our ~*~*LAST DAY*~*~ of business on Friday, March 31st from 12 p.m. to 7 p.m. Be there or be square[ly] in need of cool stuff.
Paint & Sip
I’m hard-pressed to think of any stationary activity that isn’t enhanced with an alcoholic beverage at lip-height, except maybe…no, never mind. I was going to say taking the SATs, but I actually think a mimosa would have greatly improved that experience. Regardless, painting is a slam dunk. We gathered at MR Bazaar with a whole bunch of cooler-than-cucumber community members and created Guggenheim-worthy works of art whilst sipping The Drop Wine from chic cans. Muse Paintbar (our partner for the event) provided a photo of pineapples wearing sunglasses as artistic inspiration, but some people went rogue and painted other heroes of our time — like Hi-Chew candy! Bless.
How many “tastes” of tequila equal one margarita? This extremely pressing question (the adult iteration of the classic Tootsie Pop query, if you will) remains unanswered after our community tequila tasting with Qui Tequila at MR Bazaar, but no matter. We learned plenty of other fun factual info made even more fun by the tequila collectively coursing from scalp to toe — chased with chocolate-avocado mousse from Inday. What I bet you didn’t know is that the term tequila is actually owned by the Mexican government. Cool, right? Like a pet goldfish, but way better. Also, in order to even call a liquor tequila, it has to be distilled from a blue agave plant in the surrounding region of the city of Tequila. Feel free to memorize this entire paragraph and drop knowledge accordingly at your next run-of-the-mill fete.
I can’t write a final recap of our pop-up happenings without taking a moment to say how special it’s been. Creating a physical manifestation of Man Repeller has been on our bucket list for a long time. The MR community is the beating, bursting heart of this website, so it made a lot of sense to translate that into a real-life space where we could hang out and talk about whatever was on our minds underneath our cool hats. For the past 27 days, we did just that. It was an incredible experience and cemented my personal opinion that Man Repeller readers are some of the coolest, smartest, funniest people this side of Pluto. (I know, I know, it’s cornier than than the stuff that comes on a cob — but it’s true.) Thanks for popping with us. Let’s do it again soon.
P.S. Wait! Hi! It’s not over yet! Come hang on Friday. C U THERE.