Richie Moo (center, with Mark and Jamaal) took a break from his newfound holy matrimony to come out and dance to our good beats.
Magnan (left) and his west coast jew friend named Eric, who started off the evening knowing no one but seemed to make friends verrrrrrrry quickly.
Waiting for dewdrops in the garden to form so he can put in some sugar and stir it up.
Is that the power of love or the power of ecstasy on the left? (Or should I say 4MMC, the new ecstasy?)
Drool much, Heather?
Darren F. (back left) was apparently realllllllllly feeling the ESP beats. His more ginger, more sober twin Sean (front right) chose to conduct his psychic power through his mustached friend's bosom.
Solids versus stripes, none of whom seem to be all that enthused with Kelvin taking this picture.
Looks like the church of Deee-Lite was holdling an impromptu exorcism or something over in this corner.
PRAISE BE TO THE LORDS OF THE ATM for giving Eric a late night out on a Wednesday and the cashola to afford it!
Some things never change like that damn bathroom line or the fact that Steven (center) always seems to be waiting on that damn bathroom line.
Gay time, Jesus! Ironically, Damian's pink tank-topped buddy isn't a fagela at all, though you'd never have known it when he sang along to Pussycat Meow.
KISS ME, YOU FOOL!
Loving how his friend points out that the camera/blog/big gay world is watching...
...and pole dancer dude is like, STICK IT IN MY JOCKSTRAP! You so know he was wearing a jock strap too. Business men love to get kinky under those work clothes.
Matt (left) and his Venezuelan house guest Julian, who told us that we would most certainly get mugged in Caracas if we wore the short shorts that Matt and I have been wearing all summer.
Experimenting with that age-old myth that if your hand is bigger than your face, you might have cancer...SMACK!
Paul (left), Denis (right) and gang, working the look of the summer which is apparently the backpack-on-your-back-at-a-party look. Get into it.
Totally would have won the limbo contest if we had had one.
Inside was so off the chain that the party spilled onto the sidewalk, as did the safe sex messages of Rubber Lover and Eat Her Out While She's Wearing a Dress.
New York's number one crotch grabber is headed back to Spain! Papi chulo Juanjo (right) is leaving us for Madrid but promises to book us DJ gigs at bear parties there so I suppose every cloud does have a silver, furry, spanish-speaking lining.
I bet the one on the right had a dream that he was falling through a hole in the ozone layer as this photo was snapped.
Will (left) and Steve, sweating to the oldies and by oldies I mean obscure early 90s dance remixes of Deee Lite that could only be brought by the incomparable Michael Magnan.
LADYFAG IN THE HOUSE! A party ain't a party till Lady rolls through. Trust.
Oh, and Cameron's shirt was the icing on our wildly successful cake called A Nite of Deee-Lite: A Thoroughly Obsessive Tribute. He picked this gem up when he saw Deee-Lite perform live! Guh guh guh GAG!
Adam (left) loves making jewy I-can't-help-myself faces like when he told me that everyone at Good Times is pretty much ugly but its still the best party ever. He just can't help himself folks.
Mike, Ryan, Tracy and Sarah (from left), shortly before Sarah nearly had a panic attack because Drew Barrymore was at our party!
Meanwhile, clubland celebrities Nita (left) and Nelson rolled up with beats, booze and the best belted tracksuit/handbag combo I've ever seen in my life.
The Tall Tank Top gang, or TTT's as I like to call them.
Oooooooh! Mr. Bill Coleman (left) was maybe not going to show up and relive the memories of working on Deee-Lite's World Clique album with them back in the day but in the end, he partied the night away and did his trademark hyena scream from Build a Bridge.
Vote baby vote! Vote baby vote!
Francesco, Tony and friend (from left), whose head is about to explode from the majorness of this particular party.
New York Magazine video reporter Tim Murphy (left, with Evans and Nelson) is getting his drool on since I told him that renown photographer Aaron Cobbett is playing Italo Disco records at the next Good Times.
And since Kelvin did NOT snap a photo of Drew Barrymore, who was sweet and low key and hung out at the end of the bar with her friends for a while, I magically recreated her here in the spot she was standing. Come back soon Drew!
HOUSE OF LADOSHA ADAM ON THE RIGHT AND NASTY PIG GREG ON THE LEFT! What more could a boy ask for? Oh, an impromptu, fantastical set from DJ Nita (center)? Coming right up.
Double decker pole posing.
It doesn't like to be called he or she and it told me so two weeks ago so let's just say Michael T. waltzed in and started giving face, along with Evans and Greg.
Me and Lady, apple juice kissing.
So what if Lady Miss Kier didn't show up after my personal (read: facebook) invite to her? This was one of my favorite parties of all time ever. We will most certainly be doing it again for those who missed it and those who just couldn't get enough.
Photographer Kelvin (left) and bartender Gabriel, giving the its-officially-330am glances.
And then a chicken costume appeared.
Thank you for the being the best music selector and soul reflector, Mr. Magnan. We'll see you next week for Italo Disco with Aaron Cobbett.
1 comment:
dear god, if only i had known.
could this ever happen again? please?
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