Can’t even front—this picture makes me swoon.
Recently Jon Hamm graced our humble borough and my friend and I ran into him outside of The Bell House. He was smoking a cigarette and telling jokes to a few people around him. As cool as I would like to think I was, I must admit that my reaction resembled a fluttering canary landing on the, charmed, shoulder of a 300-year old grandma. I’ve since taken a long look at The Bell House's schedule and I definitely have to go back. Twin Peaks TV Party, back-to-back Yo La Tengo shows, and — the handsome slice — 6th Annual Brooklyn Blogfest! WOW ANN!