But it was so crowded inside that we lost track of Amanda and Grant. After 20 minutes of searching, Siege, Katie, Meredith and I decided to call it a night and head home.
With our costumes all finished, we walked out of my apartment door and were immediately met by this insane crowd of people. My apartment was on Market and 15th like two blocks from the heart of the Castro. Which means that Halloween in my neighborhood looks alot like...
See, it's just like Misshapes. Oh wait - except for the fact that there are NO GIRLS AL ALL! Seriously, this is what a straight bar in San Francisco looks like on a Saturday night. Have you ever seen such a writhing mass of dudedom in your life?
After excessively patting each other's back to help shake loose any potentially embarrassing "burger burps," we headed over to Rickshaw Stop to check out their Halloween party. Eh.
And it sorta was! The venue is tiny and the whole back area has all this foam stuff everywhere that makes the walls look like rock so it feels like you're in a cave.
What I lacked in technical proficiency, I made up for in balls to tha walls rock the fuck out tracks. Off the top of my head, a few of my choice jizzams of the night were:
Judy is a Punk - Screeching Weasel
I Don't Want to Grow Up - Descendents
Mustapha Dance - The Clash
Gimme Some More - Busta Rhymes
99 Red Balloon - 7 Seconds
Ready Steady Go - Generation X
Ever Fallen in Love - Buzzcocks
Dancing Machine - Jackson 5
Gloria - Laura Brannigan (of course!)
Dance Hall Music - Murder City Devils
Bombshell - Op Ivy
Mona Lisa - Slick Rick
Miss You - Rolling Stones
Rat Fink - Misfits
Maneater - Hall & Oates
and my personal fave...
Jump in the Line - Motherfucking Harry Belafonte
Mah-mah-mobscene! I always swear I'm going to watch a few of the bands, but then it's always so hot and crowded that I instead opt to stand on the boardwalk and people-watch...
Vince was supposed to play around 9ish so we got there around 8:30 - which we figured would be just enough time to warm up with a few free cocktails in the fancy VIP section that Sarah's rokk credentials scored us.
If you look real careful in the background you'll see naked ladies! Naked! After getting all sweaty, we wanted to go outside and get some air. Oh, and also to check up on our new friend Dave - who we found...
...same practically all of his friends sitting in Remote Lounge and smirking because they'd all just watched his friend Candy paddle him in his undies. Hahahaha.
We got to the Chance, showed off our cameras and said that we were there to cover the show for "a major music magazine." We were wisked in with no further questions asked.
After returning home and doing an hour of jumping jacks to ensure I'd exorcised the majority of my spicy thai burps, I met up with Vinay and we headed over to Misshapes.
I used to never go out on Saturday nights but the Misshapes party is always fun. It's pretty much only kids that are there to dance and have fun instead of just standing in the shadowy corners and acting sulky. Ok, actually there's a lot of that too, but at least it's occasionally punctuated with a move being busted.
...at the super exclusive Spin party being held at Stubbs. Despite being the DJ and the Emcee of the show, Sarah still managed to cordinate getting me a VIP pass and I breezed through the line with the quickness.
MAC had all these celebrity sponsors there, Boy George, Missy Elliot, Christina Aguilera, Linda Evangelista, etc. But they just sort of hid out in the corner and didn't intermingle (not that I can blame them). So instead of some hot celebrity akshun, here's a crowd shot. Yay.
On Sunday I was walking north up Bowery to meet Sarah for some delicious Mexican brunch and I ran into a huge throng of people at 2nd St. that had turned up to watch the dedication ceremony as 2nd St was officially named ...
Siege and I immediately hit it off and started swapping filthy, pervy stories and pretty soon we found our conversation had actually repelled the crowd around us.
Here's the dancefloor of the 25 and under club on the other side of the building. See those screens on the background? They kept flashing a phone number on the screen and if you sent a text message to it, they'd post whatever you'd texted on the big screens for everyone to see. I'm telling you, they're living in the future over there in Essex! The future!
Here you can see Michael hi-fiving his friends ("And then I told them to fuck off before I kicked their American asses!") while my dreamgirl chats with her friend about how she wishes her friend would stop coming between her and her future husband.
Buddha Cafe, the first place we popped into, was booming. But as we'd been told, we'd arrived in Crete about a week past the end of the "tourist season" and excluding a few people that we managed to pick out as fellow travelers, 98% of the people there were Cretan (the photo above represents the one, small clique of foreigners we saw out that night).
So concerning the locals, the first thing you should know is that Cretan women are among the prettiest I've ever seen in the world. Seriously, we were blown away. Here's the breakdown: 80% of them are drop dead gorgeous. 10% of them are just regular gorgeous. And the remaining 10% are maybe a little funny in the face, but they've still got ridiculous bums. Which brings me to point number two: 100% of Cretan girls have badonkadonk, J-Lo, pornstar asses. When viewed from the side, all of their bums look like the letter C. We nearly lost our tiny minds. We were like how could we not have heard about the asses here? Which brings me to the last point about Cretan girls: 100% of them wanted to have ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO WITH THE FOUR OF US.
Chris talked to some of the local boys in Greek and then he explained to us that because Rethymnon is a tourism town, it's apparently taboo for the local girls to be interested in visiting boys because all the local boys will think she is a slut and won't want anything to do with her. *sniffle*
I Keep A Diary Productions proudly presents a new movie soon to be sweeping theaters everywhere: I DANCE ALONE! Starring:
And here's a shot looking north up Broadway. The traffic lights were all out so people were just walking in the street. The amount of noise coming from the street was incredible.
On the way home to NYC, we stopped at the Cherry Hill, NJ firehouse to eat at the "Bruce Long Beef and Beer Memorial Dinner" (Erica's good friend's dad died of cancer a few years ago and now they hold a fundraiser every year in his name).
All the people dressed up and participating in the parade start on the boardwalk, walk down the beach through three gated ribbons, each representing a season, and then march the entire parade right in the water, officially bringing in the summer.
Around 1am-ish, everybody cut out of Mercedes party (what do these suckas all have jobs or sumptin?) and I headed solo down to the Tribeca Grand for some weird-ass record release party. Yay.
Here's the audience (or what's left of them at well-past 2am) giving Grant a standing ovation upon the completion of his song. They totally went apeshit.
My friend Jack Wright sent an email teasing me that he had gotten invited to a party that the Hilton sisters' were throwing to celebrate the beginning of fashion week. Who cares? Or that's what I thought until he told me that it was going to be a lingerie/pajama party. I immediately called upon Pimpmaster Tony Meyer who got me on tha list wit da quickness.