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...week since its opening last March. The soothing lime green walls are mounted with an endless array of sample handbags named after girls—Kelly, Patricia, Tiffany et al. With John Mayer blasting overhead, guests customize handbag prototypes on handsome workbench spaces in this veritable altar to chick lit. The bags don’t come cheap—mini makeup bags start at $25 and the more popular large tote bags go for $125—but there’s no obligation to buy. (Most do.) BYO wine, cheese and cocktails to get the creative juices flowing...
...clean Italian edge—lives up to the Café’s claim of “chic yet casual.” For as few as eight guests, the restaurant offers you the run of its private room upstairs, decked with plush white couches and lit with candles and shaded lamps. Adjoined to retailer Emporio Armani, Armani Café oozes style...
...sign of things to come. Two days later, the platoon took up a position in a three-story house, overlooking the platoon's new domain. In the side street below, twin bombs erupted. A detonator cord led to the adjoining home, and someone thought he saw movement. The platoon lit up the house with volleys of automatic fire, tripping a battery of hidden devices. The house blew forward, and a young sergeant on a balcony took shrapnel in his groin. At every stop in its advance, the Wolf Pack, as 3rd Platoon is dubbed, found countless bombs, plus doors booby...
...Harvard backcourt will find it difficult to match the Irish’s speed, but senior guard Kevin Rogus wil look to contend with Notre Dame on the perimeter. The returning star from the backcourt, Rogus lit up then-No. 6 Stanford for 22 points and four three-pointers last season. Rogus shot 34 percent behind the arc last year, averaging 14.7 points per game, good for sixth in the Ivy League...
Late Sunday night—or, rather, early Monday morning—Gadfly was interrupted from her Irish lit reading by a high screeching sound. At first Gadfly thought she was being followed by the legendary banshee, as it sent a chill through her very marrow. Rushing downstairs to investigate, she realized it was merely the initiation rituals of the Sabliere society, an all-female social group started by several Crimson editors, among others, during the great “female social club” wave of the early millennium. Unfortunately, said society must bear the albatross of the greatest...