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Last night I went to a fundraiser for Urban Glass in Fort Greene, Brooklyn. Fifteen dollars for glass blowing demonstrations, three musical acts, a glass mug and all-you-can-drink-until-they-kick-you-out keg beer! My lovely friend Jason's lovely band Pirate Satellite opened, rocking especially hard considering it was their first show ever. Good job, dudes.

Headlining the show were the Harlem Shakes (no, not actually from Harlem; yes, lame), who tapped into the very-popular-with-the-kids-these-days post-electroclash dancey hipster shit that makes these kinds of young people go wild and dance like robots on crack (their only resemblance to Harlem). Kind of reminded me of Clap Your Hands, minus twins who gaze longingly at girls playing Scrabble in Smith Street bars. But now I've said too much.

All in all, a good time, and I'd highly suggest you check out the Urban Glass (57 Rockwell Place, 3rd floor) if you have money to burn on fancy hand-crafted things, or if you just want to see people wearing metallic space-age fire-proof suits and helmets do impressive spinny tricks with big metal tools and molten amorphous silicon dioxide - which is, I'm sure, exactly what you were looking for at this point in your life.