GOOD TIMES: MUSIC FOR MEN

We've been loving on that new Gossip album at Good Times at Eastern Bloc for some time now so we decided to make a night of it and call it Fat Girls We Love Like Beth Ditto (and Debbie Deb. And Kelly Price, just for Charles).


Harriet (center) brought her devoted following of comedy lovers straight from her four-star comedy show to catch the 11pm open vodka bar and search out any snacks we might have been providing.


Very floating head going on with the cutie in the center, who looks like he should be singin' "I ain't got no bodddddddddd-y."


Oh autumn, how we love the unbutton plaids and back to school frosh.


Shawn (left) and a friend trying to camouflage herself as a tree.


I still get surprised when I learn that all these chunky glasses and oversized frames are fake! Are fake crutches next?


Where the wild things are.


Ciao Luigi (left)! Please tell Andy (in the white) that he no longer needs to be on the lookout for Mike V., who is probably drunk and speaking spanglish in the DJ booth.


Standing in the way of control, and by control I mean people trying to get a drink at the bar.


Shaquanda (née Andre, right) helped host a wünderfül Love Hangover disco party this past Sunday with me and Gant Johnson even though she showed up late with her wig on crooked.


Thomas and friend, both giving David Lee Roth shredded leopard legging realness!


Men in love, bringing to mind that brilliant Aisha Tyler vehicle known as The Fifth Wheel.


David (right) and an AJ lookalike in the center, who I may or may not have called AJ after having one too many vodka sodas.


They love fat girls like Beth Ditto too! Actually, these two are more into Aretha Franklin, whose version of Pride (A Deeper Love) almost made my mix for the night but probably got nixed in favor of another La Roux tune.


How queens react to Aretha's chi-chi's. Or Beth Ditto naked on the cover of the NME.


Mikey, giving Harriet's hair a quick sniff.


Alex (left), Tim and friend, not realizing that the diva at the bar is the real star of this here photo.


Ooooooooooh, do we have a treat in store for you in honor of James' birthday (right) at the end of the month. Can we say Night of a Thousand Courtneys? Start tangling your blond wigs NOW.


A gang of Dimestore Diamonds.


Pale blue eyes, lingering on after midnight.


Kevin (left) and Michael, looking hot to trot and wearing a Gossip-inspired heavy cross.


Shane, single again and toying with the idea of turning straight.


Speaking of dimestore diamonds, who ARE these beauties? It's as if Christmas and Night of 1000 Courtneys all came early this year!


Joe (left) and friend, whose hat has that perfect trampled-by-a-camel look.


Say goodbye to those tank tops boys! Or better yet, give 'em to me. I mean, I don't think I have enough.


MULTIPLE NIP-SLIP CHOLA FANTASIES GOING ON RIGHT HERE.


Makario, carrying around his baby chimpanzee known as Steve.


HAPPY UPCOMING BIRTHDAY LADYFAG!!!!!!!!! Did I mention Jimmy guest DJed? I think I forgot once Hurricane Ladyfag landed at Good Times.


Gary (left) and Art chatted with me about XES Lounge and why I never showed my face there after singing Sean Paul karaoke three years ago.


JEALOUS GIRLS.


Yes to the one on the left, who's been partying with us for two weeks in a row now. Who knows what tonight will hold when DJ Adam and I unleash a night of Depeche Mode unto him and everyone else?


Slow dancing to Four Letter Word. GET A ROOM!


Chin tasting and wondering Are U That Somebody, the Beth Ditto cover version.


Big ladies love parties about big ladies!


Luigi, getting rough and tumble with an innocent bystander which sadly isn't me.


Speaking of me, there I am with Ricardo's chest tattoo! Did you know that in addition to being a studmuffin, Ricardo is also a DJ?


The Tai Chia pet just keeps growing and growing. I promise you that everyone will be looking like a porcupine by Fall 2010.


"Blame it on the ah-ah-ah-alcohol, blame it on the ah-ah ah-ah ah-al-co-hol."


Thank you to our lovely staffers Gabe (left) and photographer Kelvin, who keep the party boozin' and flashin' each and every Wednesday.


Obviously they'll be skipping class in the morning.


The T. (center) came by for late night shows and to give me the river of read when I asked him if he was into Bauhaus' Bela Lugosi's Dead. Bitch is like, Peter Murphy fan club prez. Who knew?!