GOOD TIMES: 4TH (!) ANNUAL NITE OF DEEE-LITE

Shortly after I returned from Spain with a bundle of new freckles and a renewed energy for my weekly Wednesday Good Times party at Eastern Bloc, me and my DJ crush Michael Magnan took to the decks last Wednesday for our fourth annual Nite of Deee-Lite. And as usual, it was just as deee-lovely as ever (except for my missing camera battery charger, hence the weird photos from my backup camera, which has not the best flash).

Early in the evening, my non-twin (though he has been called my twin in the past by others) Jayme dropped in to catch all the beginnings of my deee-groovey set, which included the slowest and most sumptuous song, What Is Love?

Dandy had been busy readying a new mix, a new mash-up and prepping for his Marinate party this past Sunday (every second Sunday at Eastern Bloc) but found time to come by and say hey gurl hey!

Ryan, looking deep into Supa DJ Dmitry's eyes. (Yes, Ryan has x-ray vision and can see past those sunglasses. Hell, I will not be surprised if Ryan starts DJing with Dmitry in Berlin by this time next year.)

Former club kid Peter (right) came through not only to hear some Bittersweet Lovin' but to sound off on his own and my own bittersweet lovin' situations of late. Someone needs to get this one an advice column. Or a Delilah-like radio show.

Sheki (left, with John and Alon) bucked the tank top trend of this summer by opting for a long-sleeved button down in the mid fucking August. He's a rebel and we love him so!

Double trouble. Or, to quote another favorite Deee-Lite song of the evening, "call me, call me."

Tens across for the board for these two.

Jesse (right) explained how he chose to forego his Brooklyn DJ pursuits in exchange for some more schooling, to which a friend walked up to him and exclaimed, "you used to do that party at Union Pool? That party was awesome!"

Good Times loves a double dose of Polly Pockets.

Party Happenin' People!

That perma-smile that you get when Michael Magnan comes on the decks and proceeds to play nothing but Deee-Lite for two hours straight followed by the hottest Dai Burger song you've ever heard.

Xander was NOT having the new camera. In fact, without even letting him know we had switched cameras, we snapped this photo with an awkwardly spaced double flash and he remarked, WHAT CAMERA IS THIS?! I NEED TO KNOW ABOUT CAMERA CHANGES!

Then we kiki-ed upstairs and downstairs and all was good in the world. All was also very good with Jamil's (right) new 'do.

This one camped out by the corner of the bar and huffed his own poppers the ENTIRE night, which was pretty fucking major.

And work and serve and huh huh honey.

Apparently he was not too enthused by the new camera either but we sure were enthused by him.

As one of the Eastern Bloc owners who was not involved scandalizing tabloid headlines this week, Darren tended to the and showed off an even buffer bod in anticipation of his end-of-August visit to Ibiza. (Next year, take the Eastern Bloc staff with you! Company holiday = morale booster, right?)

Proving that I can post unflattering photos of me for the sake of our long lost Good Times family members who haven't shown face around here in eons.

We were not mad at these two French Canadian cuties in the white hats and neither was Rico (center) as you can tell by his smirky side-eye. GET IT GWURL.

Music selector is the soul reflector, especially when the selector is guest DJ Michael Magnan.

Magnan mugged for the camera kind of in front of my two Deee-Lite posters and Deee-Lite 12-inch collection which was off to the left. And to answer the questions that kept coming in last Wednesday, yes, they're original.

In my warped lookalike mind, I saw a striking resemblance between Frank (left, who's packin' it in and leaving his long-time NYC apartment. Don't go!) and Mark even though I don't think anyone else saw. Then again, it was late and I had had a few vodkas sodas.

Though it was pretty much last call (and our last chance to play ESP and What is Love yet again), both Antonio (left) and Telfar rolled through on the late side so there was actually a good excuse to stick around and booze it up.

You never know when a handsome Spaniard like Cristobal is going to roll through either. Viva Deee-Lite! See you next week when me and guest DJ Marcus Wilson aka DJ Porq (of Comeback and Pony fame in Seattle) take to the decks. Till then. xx, Sparber

GOOD TIMES: THIRD ANNUAL NITE OF DEEE-LITE

WE'RE BACK! Sorry for the delay in posting these photos from our Good Times Third Annual Nite of Deee-Lite with guest DJ Michael Magnan from two weeks back. We really blew it out that night and then I escaped to the beach for some much needed recovery, none of which I really got being that the beach I attended was Fire Island but anyways, without further ado, I present to you yet another Nite of Deee-Lite, aka the best party everrrrrr.


A deee-lightful early evening surprise in the form of my gurl Solie (center), who is gonna do guest vocal spots for me when I get around to producing some original recordings this fall and help her blow up all big and shit like Beyonce.


The Boys of Summer.


I've had this growing inkling that that tie-dye tank tops will be the next big thing because who doesn't love tie-dye and a tank top? It's like chocolate and peanut butter: perfect combo.


Girl dance party plus Jamil (left) equals exactly where things should be at 11pm on a Wednesday at Eastern Bloc.


Chris (right), suited up in a fashion harness which can double as an actual harness should the moment arise or should he choose to make a stop at the Eagle after Good Times.


Fun facts: I ran into Keisha (left) at one in the afternoon the other week on First Avenue as I was leaving a lunch get together because I heard someone screaming "JEW BEAR!!!!!!!!!" from all the way down the street.


Get well soon Erik! Erik was locked out of his Brooklyn apartment and attempted to crawl through his third floor window before accidentally falling. Now he has mucho bone fractures but can still rock a shirtless overalls look and probs have lots of hot handicap sex nonetheless.


A rare city appearance from Fire Island dwelling Greg (left), whose latest film, Children of the Dune, just played at Newfest here in New York and was pretty great. Then the theater smelled like burning rubber and we were all evacuated onto the sidewalk. #fail


#SITUATION


There is no way in hell that Parker (right, with David and Chastity) would miss our annual Nite of Deee-Lite, as he has been requesting Deee-Lite tunes pretty much on a weekly basis for four years now.


David (right) has accused me of torture and sleep deprivation for sabotaging his Thursdays with my awesome Wednesday night parties. Sorry David! Get used to it!


Guess which one of these hunks is now a true daddy in the real sense of the word daddy?! As in had a baby with two lesbians up in Canada?! I'll give you a hint: its not hunky Luigi (though you can still call him daddy if you want to. He won't get mad.)


Major swoon photo. Battle of the blue eyes between David (right) and Zach. I'm gonna go mop the drool off of my keyboard now.


Me, my guest DJ and number one Deee-Lite head Michael Magnan (left), and my upcoming guest for a night of Aviance Good Times on August 24, Mrs. Nita Aviance.


The young'uns.


THE RETURN OF CELSO! Celso has been missing from my life and from the New York nightclub scene for a minute and is exactly what I needed to feel deee-lovely, deee-lectable and deee-vine on this very night. Love you Celso.


Can I just say that that Deee-Lite b-side called Riding on Through has been turning me ever since we through this party. Somehow Deee-Lite's music is the kind that keeps getting better and better. Already excited for the Fourth Annual Nite of Deee-Lite for realz.


Piggy backs for piggies! That should be the next Rich King Good Times parties if we decide not to fulfill our obligation in doing frequent Poppers and Daddies events.


GAG! Cameron (center) has fulfilled me this summer with his Fire Island antics at the Oak store and house in the Pines as well as his Saturday night Gag! party at Metropolitan, which I FINALLY attended this past week and was turned out by his well-executed Klaus Nomi selections.


Michael, giving summer bodddddddy.


Party Happenin' People


When Jamil, the heir to the voguing throne, thew down with Celso to the tune of What Is Love?, I pretty much died.


Jason (left), putting in some sugar and stirring it up with David.


V-necking.


And what?!


L.I.V.I.N.G. Seriously. As Princess Xtravaganza would say, this photo is MY SHHHHHHHHH.


Bears I'm Jealous Of.


Twinks I'm Not That Jealous Of but all the power to 'ya.


Shawn, giving major Janet Jackson see-through top effect, even when its unintentional.


Apparently beer builds better bodies, or so we're being told by the tshirt on this svelte young thing.


So by this point, everyone was jumping and shouting and the only thing that could have made for a better party is if Kier herself had actually shown but she emailed to say she was in Ottawa for pride this particular night and we'll have to have her guest or host or perform another night soon. FINGERS CROSSED.


Paul (left) and Thomas and their competing scruff.


BLIND ITEM: Which of these boys had a Deep Ending, Deee-Lite style, after the party ended?


NOT BLIND ITEM: Which loca party photographer skipped out on her own birthday party at Good Times the week after our Nite of Deee-Lite?


I think Ms. Queen Latifah said it best when she sang GIVE ME BODDDDDY.


Due to my upcoming trips to Greece, Seattle, San Francisco and Portland, I got all inquisitive with my flight attendant friend Clayton (left), who informed me that you used to be able to get upgraded if you brought flight people choocolate (?!?!?!) but now its all based on mileage programs. Booooooooo!


Kevin and friend, serving up some Bittersweet Loving.


Clearly the OTHER highlight of my evening.


Hola Gerardo. How do you say, deee-GROOVEY?! (in spanish.)


We aim to put a smile on everyone's faces and with the help of the sounds of Lady Miss Kier, Towa Tei and Supa DJ Dmitry, we accomplished that.


Andrew G., doin' the Andrew G.


Late night Apple Juice Kissing shows.


When You Told Me You Loved, Did Ya Mean It?


Paul, inspired by the Power of Love and the magical Deee-Lite set of Michael Magnan.


OAK BOYZ! Louis (left) and Andrew actually did a party at Blackout Bar earlier in the evening and then decided to swing by Good Times for a nightcap. Love these boys! Check out their Fire Island soiree on Saturday, July 13th. It's gonna be mayj.


My cute little English neighbor Alex, who literally lives in the building next to me but only sees me at Good Times, as I'm guessing he does daytime things unlike yours truly, who is strictly a night owl.


Xavier, serving you blue editorial hair.


Pussycat meeeee-OW! Thanks to everyone who came out and thanks to the banshee that is Michael Magnan for serving up another deeee-lish night of Deee-Lite. Countdown till the next one begins NOW. xo, Sparber