Madonna at the decks at Misshapes. Who woulda ever thunk it, huh? I stuck around for the first song, but there wasn't room to dance (or even breathe), so while the place continued to go absolutely bonkers, I managed to squeeze my way back through the crowd and snuck downstairs.
Neckerchief aside, they always managed to get the crowd going. (Jesse and Jared are in a new band called Generals & Majors that are really, really fun live - they're like a glammy version of The Misfits and they have a singer named RatBite. No shit. If you live in NYC, do yourself a favor and try to attend one of their shows).
We were immediately innundated to the relaxed Jamaican attitude that we'd heard so much about when he hit the mother of all lines trying to get through Jamaican immigration. No rush at all, mon!
Saturday night we hit Misshapes and I danced so much (hey, remember when there actually used to be room to dance there?) that I forgot to take any pictures.
The best part of Misshapes is after it's closed and they kick everyone out except for the totally wasted party people who still want to get their dance on and...