Call us the gay Misshapes or something because our Wednesday night party at Eastern Bloc keeps reeling in the biggest stars around.
This week, the party got started at 1030pm because Sandy Kane (right) was filming a stand-up routine. Sandy is god's most beautiful gift ever, even more beautiful than bartender Darren (left).
Michael A. couldn't stay all that long because a girl friend was in the midst of throwing her boyfriend out of the apartment. Mike was like, "Room for rent? Sign me up!"
Michael M. had just gotten a haircut and was looking fantastically handsome.
Kevin's (left) back from Burning Man! Apparently he burned off his moustache or something because I barely recognized him. He was like, "Monique (right) my really famous drag queen friend from San Francisco," and I was like, ummmm, she's a girl, but okay.
I don't know which makes him seem straighter: his gang signs or his SPORTS tshirt.
Fact: When Jimmy DJs, you can find him outside or in the bathroom at least 50 percent of the time. Check out his new blog here, with naked pictures of Sandy!
Eric (right) took over photo duties for the night, though he mostly shot the back of people's heads and a big fleshy blur that occurs when you stick a camera down your pants.
Adam (left) showed off his freshly-shaven look to Beau, who is the opposite of freshly shaven.
Cameron was like, "If I come to your party, will you promise to post a link to my blog?" So here it is folks: CAMERON'S BLOG.
Whenever anybody sits next to the big condom bin (left), I kind of want them to start handing them out as people leave the party. Not that people really leave our party. Till 4am, anyway.
DEBBIE GIBSON HAT ALERT!
Even though it's October, its still way hot in New York City, which makes it all the stranger that this guy is wearing a black mock turtleneck a la Sprockets. Unless he's German, which would explain the goatee too.
I've said it before and I'll say it again: Biker chicks dig Good Times.
Jim (left) has off on Wednesday nights cuz he's in a Broadway play. We're hoping he comes back soon for our big show tunes party.
I seriously couldn't tell if EVA's (right) friend was wearing a wig or not, but by the end, I figured he was since he kept grapping his hair.
I'm loving the bone structure on these two.
David (right) met the man of his dreams on Wednesday and they lived happily ever after. Until next Wednesday.
Best. Picture. EVER. Massimo is finally give Jimmy the bitch slap he deserves.
"You did NOT just play Christina Aguilera's What a Girl Wants?!!"
A failed attempt at the classic duck-out-of-the-picture routine.
The Bone dropped by to talk oil trading gossip and blazer sales.
Sometimes I want to post pictures of people on this here blog but all of their pics scream I'm really really bombed right now, kind of like Jason's.
Your friendly Eastern Bloc staffers Scot (left) and Sammy, practicing their Halloween scowls.
Oh Sandy! Why can't you be our pole dancer every Wednesday night?!!
Androgyny is sooooooo 1990s.
Eastern Bloc co-owner Antoine / Ben (he has two names) made good use of his bar on his night off from work.
"I like to put the pomade in the minute I step out of the shower."
Izzy Stradlin over there? I think he is.
A rare eclipse of Eric's cuteness (left), made by his Japanese printmaking coworker.
Charlie was shocked and floored to learn that I only have five drink tickets per party. The horror!
Troy (right) and Alex (left) hit it off quite nicely, even though Troy loves a good foreskin and Alex is obviously circumcised (jewish!).
Meanwhile, outside the bar, our tallest regular whose name I still don't know gave Jason the one-armed hello hug.
Before Eastern Bloc was Eastern Bloc or Satellite Bar or Duck Duck, it was called Wonderbar. And Jack here used to own it.
Friends forever, just like that Saved by the Bell song!
Mad rush of people at 1am. Holla!
Colin (right) is the first person I ever met off of that ill-fated site known as Friendster. R.I.P. Friendster.
I'm not sure if this tall guy is famous or not. Of course, he's posing with Baby C here (right) so he MUST be famous. I just don't know who he is.
Not quite Sally Jesse Raphael glasses. These are more like Dame Edna Does Red.
Okay, okay. I know you're probably blinded by all the stars so far, but leave it to Baby C to bring down Kele from Bloc Party, who was quite pleasant and charming, especially after having played Madison Square Garden earlier in the evening.
Christian (left) and John posed for a hot second before my camera battery started failing me again.
Of course I had to get a shot of bartender Darren's film star boyfriend Dirk, whose arms are bigger than my head.
They're all saying, "Don't go to the Caribbean next week, DJ Sparber! We'll miss you!" Especially Nate on the left. I'll be back in two weeks though for more Good Times.
And Sunday, October 14 is my monthly party at the Cock. COME!