Oh, Purple Rain.

One of those movies you can’t help but fall instantly in love with.

The horrible, melodramatic acting, the weird, convoluted plot, those magnificent songs…it’s the type of movie you used to watch on those sick days from elementary school, complaining to your parents that it was ‘the only thing on!’ but secretly loving every single baroque minute.

In honor of that fantastic film, here’s an equally ornate shot of the same name. Mix the drink up on Monday, every 9 to 5er’s legitimate sick day, and pop in the movie and chug till your tongue turns purple! Read More »

You know, I’ve never understood the allure of Prince.

Sure, his music is pretty funktabulous, and that Purple Rain movie was by far one of the most amazing, melodramatic films I’ve ever seen, but Prince the guy?

Not so much.

He’s a tiny little man who wears clothes even I can’t fit into, and seems so feminine I was convinced he was a transsexual for most of my young life (not that I actually knew what a transsexual was at the time…I just thought he was a woman who wore a weird mustache).

If you can call a man a Diva, he’s not exactly the man for me.

And the former symbol is most definitely a Diva, as illustrated by the list of demands he had for his swanky London penthouse.

The Daily Star is reporting Mr. Prince demanded his room at the Dorchester Hotel be swaddled completely in black, with everything from the mirrors to the furniture to the frames of pictures of himself also coated in inky darkness. He wanted black candles too, and, oh yeah, an oxygen bar manned by “three foxy ladies”. Read More »