The most remarkable song of my set last night was, as predicted, Underworld's Born Slippy, made famous in the finale of the now-classic Trainspotting. Expect to hear it every week until Lil Mama finally puts out a full-length album.
Doorguy Scot's "friend" Jozua is in town from the Netherlands. If you've ever spoken to Scot, you probably know about Dutch boy, who, as it turns out, is really really cute.
At 10pm, you always have a happy hour crowd who doesn't really want to leave but doesn't won't stay out late either. This is that crowd.
Bartender Sammy (left) was looking all types of adorable last night. Who knew he had a tongue piercing?
Those arms! Those dimples! His friend can try to lean out of the pic all he'd like. I'm too distracted to even notice.
Tristan (left) brought Tiffany out after a screening of a film she's in called "T." Tiffany is the most gorgeous girl ever, though she nearly fell asleep after a long day of promoting T, a film about transsexuals.
Tristan was all, "I loved me some naughty school boy Michael (from Halloween)," and I was all, "He's here! At the other the bar," looking a bit more demure.
These two ladies were making out all over the bar for a large part of the evening, though I'll spare you the photographic evidence.
Everybody Loves Eva, now playing Wednesdays at Eastern Bloc.
Apparently gray is the new black.
Is the guy on the right sporting a mullet? I feel like I'm looking at an M.C. Escher image.
Ann was trying to tell me that I knew who this person was, but I think I'd remember if I had ever met him. Unless I was drunk, that is.
Ross (left) and I are muy triste that Jason (right) is moving to LA in two weeks. On a happier note, I hope to be visiting LA in the next six months. DJ gigs, anyone?
This ho was screaming and dancing and singing into that portable fan for a good four hours or more.
I owe Matt (right) my first-born son for lending me his fancy camera for two weeks now. Unfortunately for Matt, I won't me having a first-born son. Sorry Matt!
The crazy ho's friend (left) was all sorts of hot but was angrily hitting light bulbs throughout the bar. Major turn off.
A distinguished gentleman attending our distinguished Good Times party.
I missed me some Ann Talley! Which is why I tried to make like, four different dates with her for the coming month.
Hi Christian! You don't have to leave early to get up for work next Wednesday because it's Thanksgiving Eve, aka biggest party night of the YEAR!
Kelvin just got a job down the street at Le Souk. Maybe he will become their first male belly-and-booty dancer.
Transfixed by shirtless men on the television.
This is my favorite picture of the whole evening. Whatever these two are telling her, she's like, WOWZERS!
Yuki (left) and Jeff are two of my favorite people in the whole wide world of gay lower Manhattan.
Crazy ho got crazier and crazier and started yelling, SCISSOR SISTERS! I DONT FEEL LIKE DANCING! Though, ironically, she really really did feel like dancing.
Puerto Rican thievery!
These two can't WAIT for Good Times' Hannukah Party, coming December 5th, two weeks from now. Get out your yarmulkes...
He's so asking him where he can cop a hoodie like dat. And he's really saying "dat."
Extreme closeups don't usually come out as well as this but these three can do no harm to any camera lens. Well, Charlie (left) could if he was drunk enough.
This one is looking F.R.E.S.H. Please come again, kind sir.
Scruffy the vampire slayers.
Luc (left) is king of the deep V's, though this shirt takes it to a whole other level.
Maybe we should have a plaid party. Who doesn't love plaid?
And then she was fall-down drunk.
The party got started really late last night, apparently because every gay in NYC was home watching the Project Runway premiere. Thankfully, they came out in droves by 1am.
If my blog had a caption contest, this pic would be perfect. Tell it to my heart, Luc.
This cute pocket gay wouldn't let me take his photo, but I told him that if he wanted his Radiohead request honored, he had to strike a pose.
Kelvin's request was for Sir Mix-a-Lot's Baby Got Back. Seriously.
My friend Jason swore that this dude was Gawker Media Emperor Nick Denton. And since Jason has been on Gawker like, 200 times this month, we only thought it'd be fitting to return the favor. Sadly, it turned out to just be a late night boozer.
Quinn (right) and Jason stuck it out in hopes of a late-night pole dance guest appearance, which never materialized.
True love was found sitting near the exit at 3am. Yes, Scot's 47 and Jozua is 23, but just like Aaliyah said, age ain't nothing but a number.
See you next week for our Thanksgiving Eve Butter Ball. And don't forget - Hannukah party in two weeks. Flier to follow. If you want to join the jew crew and get free drinks, let me know.