Wednesday, April 30, 2008


As much as we love imports at our Wednesday night Good Times @ Eastern Bloc party (Kylie! Dannii! Sugababes!), we hate exporting our own overseas. Last Wednesday, we said goodbye to Chris Rudolph, who'll be leaving us indefinitely for the gray skies of London.

Things got hopping way early thanks to Chris' goodbye party. I was like, ummm, I need to get to the DJ booth now.

Ladies love Chris Rudolph. They also love making lots of requests when they go out to gay bars since they know they're not going to be getting any requests themselves. For dates.

Chris ordering a going away drink. Sadly, photographer Kelvin forgot to snap any other photos of Chris. Oops. Luckily, he was all over Twerking last week.

Maniacal glances from a duo that was probably enjoying my special Sugababes evening, since London and Sugababes should basically be synonymous.

DJ Jimmy (left) had recently arrived from a vacay in Barbados, where he got fabulously tan and rubbed it in among his paler friends such as Josh (right).

The weather in New York has been all wacky recently. Like, last week was total short sleeve weather and this week its all leather coat weather. But maybe leather coat dude rode to the bar on his hog, hence the get up.


Evans and Devins and Evans and Devins and Evans and Devin...I could go on for hours.

Guess whose birthday is coming up? Mine! And Joe's (right). And Lulu's and Darren the bartender's too. We're all celebrating at Good Times on May 7th. Bring presents (not in the form of leather backpacks, thanks).

The cuteness that is 80s St. Elmo's Fire hair, which I love love love.

Do you think he's giving that smugness because his nipples are being tweaked or because he decided to wear that red belt?

BESTIES! Michael (left) has been palling around with Kevin ever since they met at Good Times a few months ago. Sadly, I was unable to join them last weekend when I asked where they were and they responded Cattyshack, a big ol' lesbian club in Brooklyn.

And its not even memorial day yet!

Last week's party was jumpin' jumpin'. I think some photographer also had a party. Or an after party. It's hard to keep track when you're busy obsessing over the new Santogold album.

Sampson (left) and friend, who looks all butch but you know he's running to the DJ booth to request Miley Cyrus.

Loose lips sink ships. And make other people at the bar feel uncomfortable.

Michael, Kevin and a gentleman suitor (from left), smiling about the Sugababes remake of Adina Howard's Freak Like Me. Cuz we can PUMP PUMP all through the night...

Photographer Kelvin! Oh what a marvelous job you are doing Kelvin. Please do not harass Kelvin while he is trying to snap pictures by throwing up hands and gang signs and what not. I'm looking at you Hurricane Jason.

This picture would make more sense if I played the Limbo Rock, but I did not. But we might get our limbo on at Twin Cheeks' Cinco de Mayo party on Monday. How low can you go?


This is how neck injuries happen.

Yes to the cute peck on the cheek. No to the sunglasses hanging from your collar.

Gratuitous crowd shot, simply so I can point out that Tommy is not making out with anybody for once. I LOVE YOU TOMMY!

Steven and a fan, doing as the shirt says. And speaking of Olivia Newton-John, I just DJed for the cast of Xanadu at Gracie Mansion, the mayor's official quarters. XAN-A-DOOOOO.

This chick got all up in my grill about something, and then was like, just kidding! I'm Willie's girl (whatever that means). Nice gesture Michael (on the left).

Nate keeps it crunk, especially when I play Crime Mob's Stilettos, still the best song out there.

Hurricane Jason (left) and Chaz are roommates on the rampage. Lucky for the taxidermy, the hurricane was only at a 2 this particular evening.

Magamet, John and Benji (from left), are like, totally hangin' loose. Cowabunga.

I spy Jason Grout lurking behind Dustin D., who turned 21 last Wednesday. Now he's officially legal and can join the Good Times roster.

Shirtless man to lower back tattoo girl in a halter top: I like your style.

Oh Alex. How cute. Playing straight again. We'll go along with it but only for tonight.

Roger (left) doesn't know that I have just started stalking him as of this picture.

Southern boys taste like grits.

This green machine got going over in the corner apparently, right near a deeply engaged Patches standing behind them.

Scotty (left) and Jacob, throwiing shade (literally) and gang signs.

A bear hug for a bear!

Here's a series of couples that Kelvin photographed consecutively. Can you guess which ones are straight and which are gay? I'm guessing straight here.

GAY AS THE DAY IS LONG (with lesbian friend, natch.)

Ummm, gay? Or like, he's gay and she's the best friend who is secretly in love with him and gets him bombed on sea breezes and then molests him.

Straight. Or T.A.T.U.-esque, meaning we'll make out but then go home to our boyfriend and have their babies.

Deep V or a women's teddy? Whatever it is, it's working on him.

Straight couple still getting it on after last call. Or are they reenacting the Thriller video? See you next week.


And come to CINCO DE MAYO at Twin Cheeks @ the Cock this Monday. $3 Tequilas and $4 Coronoas all night. And a pinata with butt plugs! xo

Monday, April 28, 2008


Last week's Twin Cheeks Fiesta at the Cock had a huuuuuuge turnout. Bigger than that booty below. Come tip g0-go boy Joey Sizemore tonight. Password for free entry is MIGRATE.


And the following tours are beyond my budget but shows I would really really like to see:

1. Tina Turner - She's coming out of retirement and touring the US this year! BIG WHEEL KEEP ON TURNIN!

2. Stevie Nicks - Okay, okay. I've already seen her twice at Jones Beach Amphitheater but I feel like I was too young to appreciate Stevie. Speaking of which, Night of 1000 Stevies is around the corner. And cheaper.

3. Devo & Tom Tom Club - McCarren Pool Park party of the summer! Why are tickets $60? I need to see Devo before I die. Or before they die, which could be soon.


The Sparber birthday bash week is imminent! Starting Thursday, I'll be flying to London for a Chariots pool party with my mates Alex, Jeremy, Adrian, Leon and company. We'll also be barbecuing Sunday afternoon despite infinitely cloudy skies.

I'll be back Monday night for Twin Cheek's Cinco de Mayo bash at the Cock and a Good Times birthday celebration Wednesday. Here's the weather forecast you'll be missing if you can't make it to London with me. Quite comical actually, though unintentionally so.

Sunday, April 27, 2008


Found this gem from De Tropix late last week and have been doing my own dutty wine moves to it ever since. Vocalist Cherry B. also dances and acts as a yes gal for M.I.A. Oi!!!!!

De Tropix - Oi!



The album is pretty amazing too. Go buy it or Mariah will hunt you down.


I crafted this entry in my head last night while DJing at a straight venue, since people tend to make the same request mistakes over and over again.

1. Don't ask the DJ to switch genres if you don't have a particular song in mind. Hip hop is a bit broader than Jay-Z, Tupac and the Notorious B.I.G.

2. If you've already made a request, don't send a friend over with the same request. Also, don't ask other friends, patrons or go-go dancers to make the same request.

3. Choose a particular song by any given artist rather than begging for Britney Spears and then complaining when Piece of Me comes on.

4. Only request a song if you're dying to hear it. Don't get all up in the DJ's face requesting 10 songs just for the sake of saying, THIS IS MY SONG! to your friends.

5. If you'd really like to hear your song, it might help to win the DJ over with a compliment or a brief conversation rather than barking an order at him.

6. Don't ever ever ever ever ever try to touch the DJs music or equipment. Don't even ask to touch these things because they are expensive and you are drunk.

7. Keep your drink in your hand rather than resting it anywhere in the DJ booth, where your drunk ass is more than likely to knock it over.