This is what happens when T-Mobile hosts a launch party for the Sidekick 3.0.
Absolutely fucking nothing. It’s set up like some suave dance club but the height of joy are the carefully crafted photops with gals who don;’t even use a sidekick, they hire someone to operate it for them. It really should have been topped off with a public tomato throwing of those sidekick thieves, way back when two weeks ago.
Although, honey in the pink pot, can we say pudunkadunk?