Wednesday, January 09, 2008

GOOD TIMES: STRIKE IT UP

Hello '08! This week at Good Times at Eastern Bloc, we got down to the sounds of Black Box and learned a lesson in strategic hand placement.


Timmy (right) and I have a mutual admiration for quintessential NYC drag queen Sandy Kane. Timmy was like, "Do you have her cd Tits My Party?!!" Birthday present, anyone?


It's all about the strategic hand placement.


Kevin (right) and I met in an AOL chat room nearly 10 years ago! He brought out his buddy Randy who lives in Texas and had three kids (!) with his former wife before realizing he digs dick.


Apparently Kevin and Randy picked up Mike (right) at Monster, where he works the day shift. Maybe I should go to Monster more often.


Cuddle puddle alert!


Jimmy (left) was so into me taking a picture that showed the top of his hair as Scott posed like most normal people would.


Hurricane Jason (right) rolled through early on and made his signature I'm-officially-drunk-when-I-make-this-vulgar-gesture gesture.


Gregor looks so stunning with his new haircut. He and Kevin (photo above, left) and every other San Francisco transplant came to Good Times together and threw west coast gang signs.


I barely recognized Nate now that he's all covered up for winter and can't show off his 200 tattoos.


This one requested Britney (LEAVE BRITNEY ALONE!) and then complained when I played Piece of Me instead of Gimme More.


Eric Leven's dream man is Tom Selleck.


Adam (right), probably pontificating on how awesome the party is going thanks to the Black Box theme of the night. "Cuz you're RIIIIIIDE ON TIME."


So smiley! Such Good Times!


Ryan (right) nearly exploded when Scott (left) told him that he works for Beyoncé. Then Ryan kept referring to her as "B," since they're on a first initial basis and all.


Insert joke about Jason standing next to a big ass cock here.


Happy one year anniversary JR (left) and Matt! These two are totally going to register at sex toy shop Babes in Toyland when they make it official!


Shock and awe as I segued into my booty music set, starting with Too Much Booty in da Pants.


Jason's friend whose name I can't remember, chillin' outside the bathrooms.


I am torn between commenting on the Fabio hair and the muffin top peeking out from the other dude's pants, so I'm just going to hope that they made sweet love later that night.


Door guy Big Scot loves singing that Will.i.am song "I Got It From My Momma!" to each and every customer.


Did I say plaid is the new black last week? I meant black is the new black.


Deep in discussion about the democratic primaries, obviously. Go Hillary!


This picture reminds me of that short-lived but brilliant TV show, the Fifth Wheel.


Eastern Bloc's answer to Pete Doherty.


Gary (right) just wants peace in Pakistan. Right after this pic was taken, he spilled a sip of his vodka Red Bull on ground for his homie Benazir Bhutto.


Ben (left) needs to drop out of law school and start partying full time. He adds major cuteness and jewish flavor to every party he attends.


I can't decide which is fruitier - Eric's cocktail or kitty Warhol shirt?


Yes, Sam is holding his ears and probably complaining that Jimmy's Creedence Clearwater Revival set is hurting his soul.


This is Randy and Mike again, with Gary giving some fifth wheel tongue on the side. Did I mention that Randy's grandfather is Christian Pentecostal televangelist Oral Roberts? Scandal!


Ben (left) and Scott were equally horrified when the other showed up wearing the EXACT SAME TSHIRT!



Jimmy played a really great set from like, 1am - 3am, making up for the two months that he's "been around the world and I, I, I...I can't find my baby."


Another shot of Eric, because I don't think its possible to post too many pictures of him, especially in his snazzy Triple Five Soul outerwear.


More strategic hand placement! And they didn't even meet in an AOL chat room.


Talk about Oral Roberts.


This one's name is Jason. I've never seen him before even though he is the cuteness, lives in the neighborhood, and CLAIMS to be 29. I thought more along the lines of 21.


Ryan (right) brought out a recent Seattle transplant, whose name I can't remember but was for sure into Black Box's "Everybody Everybody."


Oh Valdez. How snuggly the pole seems to fit, no?


Yes girl, we do this Good Times party every Wednesday and I hope to see you here again soon.


This one asked me why I bothered to shoot digital and then proceeded to take out his film-loaded camera, order an absinthe and reminisce about the invention of the phonograph.


Paul (left) used to date my good friend Ryan and that's pretty much all I know about him.


One of those cute guys who pops in at 3am "to use the bathroom."


Always a flattering pose.


PILLSBURY DOUGHBOY GAY KID ROCK REALNESS!


Kevin (left) and I sometimes head to the Cock after work from 330 to 4. You know, "to use the bathroom."

5 comments:

Knucklecrack said...

Hillary? Really Josh?

Oh PS: That shirt again?

Sean said...

You're funny, Josh. Thanks for the entertainment.

Oh...and Hillary? Really Josh?

Rich said...

yay! go hillary! right on, josh!

(hope to see you soon...in the springtime, perhaps)

Josh said...

Next week's shirt will proudly proclaim I LIKE HILLARY.

Anonymous said...

I love the pictures, they are full of cutties!!! ~Tristan