Wednesday, October 22, 2008


The sounds of Anita, June and Ruth Pointer, aka the Pointer Sisters, delighted the crowds at Good Times at Eastern Bloc last Wednesday, where the gays were just burnin' doin' the neutron dance.

Ooooooh! Looks like doorguy Scot might have been a little sleepy on the job because that fresh face on the left looks like he just came from an SAT prep class.

I promised Charles (right, with Mikey and Evans) I'd play the Pointer Sisters turned Obama theme song, Yes We Can Can even though its uber funk and mixes with nothing.

What? No facial hair whatsoever? I thought this was supposed to be a disco party?!

To the tune of Bonnie Pointer's solo hit, Heaven Must Have Sent You.

Troy (right), with a handsome Diplo lookalike there in the middle. I would keel over and die if DJ Diplo ever showed up at Good Times. DIE!

Later, these two got up and did the entire choreography for Beyoncé's Single Ladies video. Who knew?

Total Top Tony and cousin, who was visiting New York City from Utah for the first time ever. Due to our lack of Utah-like liquor restrictions, she was feeling pretty toasty the entire night.

I've said it before and I'll say it again: Luke needs to throw on a sequined dress for our Halloween gala October 29th and come dressed as a Pointer Sister (Ruth preferred for her horse mouth).

I do a business man in a snazzy suit. Very womanizer.

I have heard much too much about Zach (right) and his "awesome sex life" this past week. His adorable roommate Joey, however, has yet to educate me about his sex life, if you know what I mean.

Are porn star Jake Deckard (left) and Absolut hunk Brewster M. (center, with Andrew) an item? Inquiring minds want to know.

It's a fire!

Alex (left) and friend feeling the Larry Levan realness of when he remixed Taana Gardner's Heartbeat. IT MAKES ME FEEL, SO WEAK.

The uncomfortablity of when your neighbors disregard their surroundings.

Obviously so so excited, and they just can't hide it.

Johnny Dynell! (left.) And Rafael! It doesn't get much more East Village than this, folks. Why Johnny is wearing sunglasses at 130am is beyond me but he's Johnny Dynell so he can do whatever the hell he wants.

Roger, back from a stint in Mexico and collecting wheat glued posters off the street for future facebook posts.

It's official: after another outing to Mr. Black this past Friday, I can proudly say that Stuart (right) runs the best nightclub in NYC. He also keeps his shoes the whitest.

One of those let-me-take-a-pic-to-see-if-these-guys-are-hot-or-not instances.

Don't their faces scream, "Baby make your move, step across the line, touch me one more time, come on DARE ME"?

Diva "don't take my picture" poses are apparently hot right now.

Loving the long-haired turtleneck and cardigan look so so much. It makes me feel like I am back in junior high and Ace of Base is reigning supreme.

A bear for all seasons, autumn included.

Me and Tony's drunk cousin, who is looking a little bloodshot in the eyes after crying over the death of June Pointer. R.I.P. JUNE - your Diet Coke commercials will forever live on.

Ned, the cousin and Tony (from left), who all danced up a storm and then jumped for my love.

Your lovely Eastern Bloc owners Darren (left) and Gabe, who have started up a new recession special on Wednesdays: $2 vodkas and Rolling Rocks from 10 - 11pm!

Giving a high five and a low five in anticipation of next week's Peaches party. FUCK THE PAIN AWAY, Y'ALL.

Later on, DJ Will stopped by to remind us who the cutest DJ is on the (Eastern) block. He's single now too and covering for me at the Cock this Monday so come on down and get his number!

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