GOOD TIMES: WE BELONG

Though Pat Benatar may be known to the children of today for her contributions to Guitar Hero and Rock Band, I will forever love her for 80s rock jams and excessive use of cowbell. At Good Times at Eastern Bloc last Wednesday, we clanked our own cowbells and looked for a lover that won't drive me crazy.


Matt (left), Charles and Andy (not pictured) were at Eastern Bloc when I arrived waiting for me to play them some of Riskay's Smell Yo Dick, the true breakout single of '08.


Fire and ice.


I'm such a sucker for anyone and everyone who wears suspenders and/or a bow tie. God bless holiday party season.


Miss Kevin (left) recently gave his two-week notice so he can revert back to his most successful occupation, creature of the night.


I love me some David R. of California fame and his adorable friend who I saw out nearly every single night last week. Not complaining.


Evoking Annie Potts' Janine look from the original Ghostbusters. Get it gurl.


Yes please. Do you think that's his girlfriend or a girl friend? Based on her high waisted-ness, I'm guessing the latter.


WE BELONG TO THE LIGHT, WE BELONG TO THE THUN-DERRRRRR...


Yarng is back! Apparently, Yarng got back from San Fran ages ago but began his winter hibernation back in September. A party ain't a party till Yarng rolls through it.


Unamused by me playing Promises in the Dark twice in one evening.


Strange and tantalizing poster for our MASSIVE New Year's Eve Good Times party. Same amazing drink specials, plus go-go dancers and Patron shots with Jimmy!


Die-hard Pat Benatar fans who were totally waiting for me to play Pat's version of Wuthering Heights which is in fact better than Kate's.


HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEVIN! Kevin (left) turned 21 or something last Wednesday and brought out his whole crew to celebrate with us and request Womanizer like, 52 times.


As much as I love Yarng, I do have a similar affection for Michael's dimples (middle) and Christian's Gorillaz-inspired sweatshirt.


Kyle (right), hugging Jimmy in an effort to distract him so someone can turn off that dance remix he played of Metallica's Enter Sandman, perhaps the worst song of '08.


Two real tough cookies with a long history of breaking little hearts like the one in me.


Marta, Mikey and the handsomeness that is Jonathon (from left), pondering the quickest way to get to a post-Good Times Horse Meat Disco fiesta. Sad I missed that one :(


I spy Twin Cheeks! And speaking of, my Monday party at the Cock (Twin Cheeks) is moving to Saturdays in the soon-to-be-renovated basement, which they're turning into a separate bar/club renamed the Hole. Which means ONLY FIVE MORE WEEKS OF TWIN CHEEKS MONDAYS!!!


The foxiness that is Ryan (right) is hosting a new party (!) this Saturday at a new gay bar in the East Village (!!!) known as the Hose. Now that I'm DJing this Friday at Mr. Black, I'm gonna try to check it out...and flirt with Ryan.


Joe (left) and friend, reminding us that hell is for children who support the Starbucks corporation.


German model boys who would love nothing more than to hear Mariah's All I Want for Christmas on repeat.


Good Times, where love is a battlefield and the dancefloor is a battlefield for love!


Jeff (left) and Benji, proving that HX and Next Magazine employees aren't always trying to stab one another in the back. Wait - where's Jeff's other arm?


Looking for lovers that won't drive them crazy.


Members of the ex-Cock employee union, Stephen (left) and Ned. If only they had unionized earlier.


No night is complete without a headbutt from Joe.


James (left, with Tom) is going to go ballistic at the next Good Times when we salute the Yeah Yeah Yeah's in honor of Simon M.'s departure for a semester in Paris. Trust.


Buddy (right) finally had off from DJ duties and came to groove to some old school Janet while reenacting old school Janet poses.


Gary (left) and friend, living for Pajama Party's Yo No Se in between Pat Benatar songs.


Miss thing, workin' it to the bone.


HEARTBREAKERS! DREAM MAKERS! LOVE TAKERS!


I swore that that black furry thing was his pony tail poking out from under his tank. Then I realized it was a black feather, though now I'm not so sure that it isn't his pony tail. MC Esher much?


Eric Leven is super duper sad that he'll be missing our Christmas Even Hannukah party this year. Don't blame me. Blame God - he made Hannukah fall on Christmas this year.


Who flashes their business card in the background of pics and why are they trying to distract me from looking at that cutie in the middle?


Two Israelis (right) and an Israel.


Running (and dancing) with the shadows of the night.


OH YES SHE DID! New York legend Lina (right) dropped by with the perfection that is Steven S. (left) and turned me out as I spun a late night disco set for her.


Ryan (right) and friend, gagging over Lina's gorgeous fur.


And speaking of gagging, Will (right, with yours truly) threw THE party of '08 this past Friday in a Gramercy loft, where he and Sean B. celebrated one year of Spank parties with dancing, performances and zine giveaways. Well done William.


If you didn't stay till 4am, you missed Lina's private performance for me of the timeless Deee Lite anthem What Is Love. How do you say, deee-GORGEOUS?!! See you next week.