Alex (left) and crew helped kick the evening off with black leather and high brow conversation centered around this week's issue of the New Yorker.
Willkommen, bienvenue, welcome. Fremde, etranger, stranger. Gluklich, zu sehen, je suis enchante, Happy, to see you, bleibe reste staaaaaaay. (Sung in harmony, of course.)
Wowee zowee! I'm really feeling this new kid on the block and promise to do one cosmic disco party a month if that's the draw.
Continuing to sing the rest of the Cabaret soundtrack as the evening progresses.
Yes to these cuties in matching windbreakers.
Erickatoure (left) turned into our unofficial hostess for the evening, as she arrived early, did a meet and greet with everyone and kept a watchful eye from her perch at the corner of the bar.
Did you know that Casey (left) used to be called Chili when he was growing up? I'm trying to bring it back.
CHILITA! Quit hamming it up with Kelvira and let him get back to work!
Slowed down beats like Simian Mobile Disco's Cruel Intentions and anything by Glass Candy can really melt a room into one giant cuddle puddle.
A ginger I can get into!
...and apparently one that he can get into too.
It's all about the coats this season dawwwwwwling.
So once the $1 vodka bar thing from 11 - 1130pm had passed, the bar was packed boots. Lots of Provincetown people came to see their summer vacay DJ bear in action, who was Chinatown bussing it as the party got hopping.
Steven (right) needs some consoling now that his partner in nightlife crime, Kevin F., is away in Thailand in India for a month. Missing you Kevin! Can't wait for you to return to New York as the ladyboy you've always wanted to become!
Mikey (center, with William and Mel) was marching to the drum of a butch beat this particular evening with his SASL (straight acting, straight looking, pronounced sazzle) Jersey realness look.
That new sitcom, Everyone Loves Harriet Halloway.
Sazzle!
So Mark (center) did arrive and somehow ended up shirtless and convinced Eric (right) and Eddie to do the same. East Village Roxy party much?
Spaced out on cosmic disco from the heavens above.
I will be missing this shana punim (yiddish for pretty face) next Wednesday, since I'll be in San Francisco partying and DJing with Ms. Juanita More and Joshua J. at Booty Call (!!!) while Michael Magnan and Telfar hold down the Good Times at Eastern Bloc for me.
Miss Xander was FEELING IT that night and her look did NOT disappoint.
William says: another week, another man. Apparently this one came with a secret service lady agent to make sure things stayed calm and cool.
Medo (left, with Eric) definitely attempted to leave the party three times or more but kept coming back because the party was that much fun. Or he was that much drunk. Either way, you can count on these two jews to host our upcoming annual Hannukah Good Times on Dec. 8.
Loving the guy in the background who retardedly drunk in a very literal sense.
I can only imagine what the neighbors think.
Paul, giving you wannabe sazzle. Not happening Paul. Sorreeeeeeee.
LETTING. YOU. HAVE IT!!!!!!!!!!
And suddenly the clock struck three.
...which is when things always seem to get extra weird. Like this.
And like this.
Told y'all I was gonna bump like this. Thank you to Mark for making everyone drool with his jams and his furry chest. Check me out at Booty Call in Frisco on Wednesday and at Some Thing at The Stud on Friday. And if you can't make it, then go see Michael and Telfar at Good Times. xo
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It can't have effect in fact, that is exactly what I suppose.
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