Afterwards, I went to Don Hills to catch the end of MisShapes. I was shocked to find Leigh actually DJing when I arrived! It was like the first time I'd been there in months where she wasn't hiding out somewhere!
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.
Sarah and Karen manning the sound system. By the way, these next two photos are my favorite photos of Karen and Sarah. If you know either of them, they pretty much don't even need captions.
After getting our pre-game on, we headed over to Orchard Bar for a Sara and Karen-fueled dance party! (Aw man, remember how fun Thursdays at the Orchard used to be? Boooo!).
Sarah and Karen were DJing and someone introduced me to Karen as "Billy Ray" and told her that she'd lost her virginity to me. I talked to Karen as Billy Ray for like three or four minutes before she was like, "Have we met before? You seem...really...familiar....OH MY GOD BRIAN I HATE YOU!" Hahaha. Granted, it was dark in there!
So after my first month in town (that was mostly spent apartment hunting and then going to bed early because I couldn't find anyone fun to hang out with at night) I finally met my savior: Ladies and Gentleman, Mr. Mike Fucking Doyle. Mike saw on my site that I was moving out to SF and on the first Saturday in October sent me an email tipping me off to a backyard party that was going on later in the evening. I wrote him back and was like "Thanks for the invite, but would you mind meeting up with me and we can go together? I don't know anyone in town and I don't want to be that guy that's standing around at a small party where everyone knows each other and everyone's wondering what he's doing there." Mike agreed and I went over to a bar called Casanova where he was DJing to meet up.
Oh yeah, and based on this picture I guess I also played "Hot For Teacher" by VH. (I only know that because it's the only song with a pick-slide hot enough to merit a physcial reenactment).
At some point in the night, somebody found this creepy haircutting practice-head and put it on the booth monitor. We named her Lila and she ended up making the rounds.
And that something turned out to be Leigh's shirt! First we tried the "dropping the shirt off the shoulders" trick. I took a bunch of pics like this and thought they were great - but then Leigh had an even better idea.
On Monday night I went over to Pianos where Geordan and Leigh were DJing again to take a few more pics - I wanted something really fun and naughty for the lead photo of the piece.
With the exception of an upcoming photo where Sarah is pouring an entire beer out on her own head, this is my favorite picture of her. Talking, smoking, drinking, DJing, pimping.
Sarah was there to DJ - or "play CDs" as she now says (as she's tired of defending herself to morons who take time out of their incredibly important days to write her lengthy, venomous (and of course anonymous) notes explaining why she's not a "real" DJ).
Turns out that the brand new party Sarah was DJing was the the very first of the now legendary MisShapes party. We got there just in time to catch the last of Sarah's first set. Here's Sarah with Geordon.
So at this point, it's a little before 4am and technically the place should be closing, but we're all having fun and a new DJ comes on and starts tearing it up and we said to ourselves "Hey, it's not all that often that you have a dancefloor all yourself..."
After the surprise dinner, the whole group headed over to restaurant in LA for a second, larger party featuring all of Ross' friends and co-workers. Here's DJ Bearden Bickerstaff manning the laptop tunebox.
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.
What's tougher than this picture? Two insanely hot girls, and two people pointing while he still manages to throw down in time for the camera. According to Matty, "The dj booth is padded...just in case you go insane." Hahaha.
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