Wednesday, September 22, 2010


After waiting a year and a day, Banjee badass Ab Soto, an LA-based hip hop singer and dancer, and his dancing crew finally made it to New York City to schmooze, booze and perform at our weekly Wednesday Good Times. Hence, we dubbed the party Banjee Good Times and invited our favorite banjee gurrl, Telfar, to come guest DJ with us.

Ooooooh. Did you say Banjee party? Cuz it ain't a Banjee party till les femmes Ladoshas (Adam, left, and Antonio) show up. Expect a House of Ladosha performance at the next Banjee Good Times, which needs to happen real soon since this one was oh so epic.

Robyn, in the corner once again and dancing on her own.

Mikey and his huge new chest tattoo. If you're lucky, he'll even let you lick it.

My banjee boy look, complete with size 12 Timberlands that made dancing all the more challenging.

Feeling gray-t!

Actually, everyone appears to be wearing some form of black, white or gray aka welcome to the tail end of New York fashion week. Or just New York in general.

No that's not Jiggly Caliente near the bottom left but imma pretend like it is and beg her to do an impromptu Beyonce performance of Creole.

This might just be my most favorite photo of all time.

Adam (center) and Rainblo (left) ruled the roost from atop the television at center stage, cock blocking my view of the banjeeness that was happening out in the very crowded crowd.

Charlie Brown (center), showing off them muscles he's acquired from working those scissors, brushes and blow dryers all these years.

"I wanna kiss you in Paris, hold your hand in Rome AND take you into the bathroom right now."

Chills shot down his spine when a lil' Mary J. Blige came on the system.

But for the most part, I stuck with tunes from the ultimate banjee girl trifecta: Trina, Rasheeda and Jackie-O.

Yikes! Stripes! Fruit striped gum.

I believe that the "Things Go Better With Coke," worn by the handsomeness on the left, is directed at you Mikey (on the right).


Jonathan F. (right) won the "who's he" award of the night, a new category at the weekly Good Times Glammys where people pull me aside and ask about a certain someone in the crowd. You could be next!

Medo (center), after a touch-my-balls and feel-my-ass moment with a stranger. And that stranger was a female.

Treating the pole like the lady she is.

With hang ten, or "cowabunga" enthusiasm, let's take a moment to remind you that the next Good Times features our London DJ friends from the super successful Dirtbox party, who'll be teaming up with our good friend Mikey to give you Dirtbox Poppers and Poop!

The only person to outjew superjew Adam R. (right) was the hasidic dude (left). Live for the hasidic dude. He's giving you hasidic banjee boots by rocking the scraggly beart and NO heavy black coat.

Twosies! No, save twosies for the poppers and poop party please.

Getting into those dollar vodkas and Telfar's unbelievable crunked out set.


Ab (back center, pronounced A.B., though he doesn't abbreviate because technically, A.B. doesn't stand for anything) taught me that dancers like to call choreography "choreo." He also brought the "choreo" in a major way.

Ab, Sagiv (left) and Anthony did three numbers and had the whole place hooting and hollering. You can see a (dark) video of the performance here. Thanks Ab! You really turned it!

Especially with that choreo!

This week was also a week of drink throwing, since I apparently poured some of my drink on Kevin (left. Don't remember. Sorry Kevin!) and two nights later, Ryan threw his drink on some dude at party in a church on Washington Square Park. Sacrilege!

Frank, getting into some Foxy and Lil Kim shit when Telfar and I took it to the old school. And then Telfar took it to the old old school with Total and SWV.

Magsies aka Michael Magnan popped in on the one night he wasn't working at a Suzanne Bartsch party and we were very very very very very happy to see him.

Friends of Ab, since they're throwing major West Coast signage. Or maybe it's just a West Side nyc kinda thang. 10th ave reprazent.

Photographer Kelvin's unintentional bathroom self-portrait.

Bear daddy DJs W. Jeremy (left) and Rich King. Jeremy confirmed that news that we've been waiting for all year: HE'S SINGLE!

Good Times hearts Ab Soto and his banjee dance crew real real hard.

Brian (right) swore to his hairburner fan club that he was NOT rocking a blowout.

Sippin' on some sizz-urp.


Actually, everything turned pretty Harijuku around 230am.

Giving banjee attitude at the door.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CUNTY CRAWFORD LADOSHA! Yes, we hired this tranny hooker for you and yes, we will save you your own bottle of poppers next week's Good Times.

Love is a Stranger (showing off her bellybutton).

And of course, once the clock struck 3, it got ruuulll banjee up in hurrrr.

Pop that coochie, boys!

See you next week with our Dirtbox guest DJs Alex and Michael as we invoke a Dirtbox Poppers and Poop party. Twosies!

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