While I was busy eating fried everything in Puerto Rico two weeks ago, our Good Times at Eastern Bloc party (Wednesdays!) carried on without me with DJs Colby Bartrug from Seattle and Michael T. from Washington Heights manning (and wo-manning) the 1's and 2's.
Why is Andre cheering you ask? Because Rainblo (right) is back in town! I don't exactly know the what when and why of it all but maybe Mr. Ladyfag (yes, they're married) needed a conjugal visit with his wifey.
Chase (left), choking the chicken with the iPhone.
Kevin (right) and Eddie, always yinning and yanging out with us on a Wednesday.
Blinged out saftey goggle realness!
Passing the acid tab, hands free!
A very Where the Wild Things Are-inspired Michael M.
My favorite boys held down the fort while I was gone, mostly to text me the nightly gossip in real time as it unfolded in and around the bathroom area.
Kevin adn Kevin, riding that choo choo.
Who is more glamorous than Colby?! I said glamorous, not glam, as Michael T. (not pictured) would probably beat her and any other creature out in a glam slam walk-off.
Fashion-y winter hat accessorizing hides hat head AND gives you that cuddle-with-me feel.
I am hoping Peter (center, with Brett and Scott) stuck with his 30-and-over-to-ride-this mantra that he's been espousing in 2010.
The Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling (aka GLOW) have nothing on Eastern Bloc's Gorgeous Ladies of Coatcheck (aka GLOCK).
Cesar (center), giving you and his friends a taste of his Domincan delight.
Bradley was sooooooooo excited about these photos that he contacted me in Puerto Rico just to ask when they'd be posted. I had no idea he was coming for my Pamela Anderson boobage.
Your DJs for the evening, Colby (left) and Michael. Michael loves an upturned red collar almost as much as he likes lace-ups.
Its so much harder to know what's going on in these photos when you weren't there. Like, I'm not sure if Marlon (red plaid) is thinking about dudes to have sex. Oh wait, he's always thinking about that.
Pondering what my wildcard Good Times theme will be this coming Wednesday. Suggestions are apprecited. In fact, I took up a suggestion and am doing an all Larry Levan Love Hangover this coming Sunday, Feb. 7, at Eastern Bloc in place of Gant who will be out of town. 9pm - 2am.
Friends teaching friends autoasphyxiation tricks for alone time later.
Michael T. playing hands up, for sure. GIVE ME YOUR HEART GIMME GIMME YOUR HEART GIMME GIMME.
Mikey Lollo (right) in YVES SAINT LAURENT couture, dahling.
Brewster (left) is the original mustached mamacita. And what's up with Andrew's bondage Olympics tee?
Bradley (left) and Kevin, so close and yet somehow in two different temperate zones.
YES TO THIS NECKLACE COMBO.
Eddie, giving Anna a little return of the mack.
Harriet, always helping the boys tune in to Tokyo.
Awwwww. Seeing these three makes me miss my Wednesday night party, though not as much as I enjoyed laying on the beaches of Culebra and Vieques.
Obviously they're in a three-way relationship.
I can't wait to do a rave throwback night, although you know that that will be the one time Xander decides to wear a button-down plaid flannel.
OMG. Mega-gag at Nelson's look! Those bracelets!!!
Jackie Birdy (left) and Michael T. could almost do a separated at birth in the East Village in this here photo. The resemblance is uncanny. Or maybe the makeup is just uncanny.
See you next week at a wild card Good Times, where as per usual, anything goes.