Why should kids have all the fun on Halloween? (Purgatorio and the opening of Rock Bar on Christopher St.)

Purgatorio is a mesh of haunted house and night club (their slogans include "Where nightmare meets nightlife" and "Why should kids have all the fun on Halloween?"), and I was invited to preview the experience!

After checking our coats (did you really need to charge me for both my jackets?), Med School Mess and I walked into a sort of waiting room/salon area where we were greeted by a violinist, an elderly pole dancer, and a few ushers, all in zombie makeup.

We received a brief welcome from what looked like a deceased bordello madame, and we were invited to take a “blood shot” (I didn't get the word play til later in the night... it was actually wine) before continuing to the next room a few people at a time. More zombies welcomed us with a, “Step right this way,” herding us into different doors that didn’t seem to lead anywhere. Right before I stepped in, I realized that the door led into a huge coffin. The zombie usher pushed me into the coffin and door closed and clicked behind me.

The coffin spun at least 3 full rotations with me inside before it opened into a different room. I stumbled out to see a crowd of people in a dimly lit lounge area with a bar.

Me to a straight guy who had obviously bought his girl a drink: “Hey, how much are the drinks.”

Him: “$9.”

Me to Med School Mess: “I think I can wait til we get to the village.” Especially after my rather enthusiastic pregame.

A zombie host stepped onto the stage with a tacky suit and (purposefully) corny jokes. He announced that we’d be playing a game of Kill the Virgin, asking for virgins from the audience. It ended up being a rather funny bit with a surprise ending (turns out virgins do get killed). The most entertaining part of that segment was the hilarious musical references from the guy on the electronic keyboard in the corner.

We were then moved into a small auditorium with a few high platforms and a stage. Once everyone was seated on the very plush couches (or standing in the back), female go-goes took to the platforms for an entertaining set that included a bit of girl-on-girl S&M. It was very well done, but very long.

Finally, a tall slim woman took the stage, playing the role of host and soul singer. She was probably the best part of the show, and her lingerie-clad dancers certainly helped. The showcase that followed included the brass and snare ensemble that I had seen at DR!P and, to give the gays something to gawk at, a tall slim guy in a speedo who did very cool tricks with lighted hula hoops (again, both entertaining but long).

After another number from our hostess, we were given the option to stick around for the next show or to “go to heaven,” which was a medium sized dance floor with a roof deck. We were treated to a live song by a geisha-themed drag queen as well as pop tunes from the DJ. It was pretty cool, and I’m glad to see performers being employed. But I’m not sure I would have paid $39.99 for it, myself.

Meanwhile, down in the Village, Rock Bar was having their grand opening. It's located where Dugout/Ramrod used to be (both of which closed this year). Maybe not the best location to open a niche bar (it’s targeted towards gays who love rock music), but it may have a fighting chance because it was packed to the brim with a mostly older, bearish crowd. A few hotties attended, but the drink I got tasted like straight up juice! We left after the first drink.

After a few drinks at Pieces, we wandered down to Chi Chi’s, where Med School Mess waited until after I had gotten a drink to decide that she was leaving (bitch). As I was putting on my jacket, I made eye contact with a legend of Section 8 (no, there’s literally a sign in that corner of the bar that says Section 8). It was his 55th birthday, and I ended up talking to him for at least an hour before taking my leave.

Did I mention I was dressing in DRAG the next night?! Yeah!

Click here to check out BRITney's awesome surprise birthday party (military theme!).

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Sober Moment 11.10.09: The Death of DudeVu

I know many of you are just as distraught as I am many of my friends are about the loss of an important link in our community. A source of comfort on many a cold night. Or a warm night. Drunk, sober, alone, or with a friend, DudeVu.com has been a vital part of many of our lives, and now it’s gone. There may be another site with full gay movies that don’t take up space on one’s hard drive (PLEASE let me know if you know of one… for my friends, of course), but this saint of a website will never be replaced. In honor of DudeVu, I’d like to share a sampling of bookmark names that someone shared with me and that is absolutely not cut and pasted from my own computer.

Dudevu – movers

Dudevu - father in law

Dudevu - Pat fucks Jake Cruise bareback

Dudevu - Nasty Euro Punks fuck raw

Dudevu - Hardcore black stud anal fucking

Dudevu - hairy bear hunks

Dudevu - noisy eager bottom takes HARD dick

Dudevu - hairy hunks -hot deep

Dudevu - Muscle studs wrestle

Dudevu - Long military movie

Dudevu - Muscle studs wrestle suck and fuck

Dudevu - Bareback bootcamp

Dudevu - muscle guys in a cabin

Dudevu - Coles first time - Hard!

Dudevu - Broke dudes black and white

Dudevu - tuerk dad fucks son

Dudevu - Rough corbin fisher

Dudevu - Colton Ford Chad Williams train [two of my fav actors!]

Dudevu - Cornbread n Alejandro

Dudevu - Treasure Island: Bad Influence

Dudevu - Coco Dorm bunk bed

Dudevu - Curcus studs

Dudevu - igor fucks Brazillian

Dudevu - Aaron Mark and Jason Crystal Flip Flop

Dudevu - two british guys in a car

Dudevu - Baña guy? [the top may or may not be a bardtender at this party]

Dudevu - barn scene

Dudevu - twink on a bike

Dudevu - HOT Scene from Men at Play [I've heard great things about this site!]

Dudevu - power bottom returns

Dudevu - hard dick black on white

Dudevu - jail - black fuck white boy

Dudevu - fuck friend number one

Dudevu - Interracial - Tyler fucks Derek

Dudevu - Arpad Miklos fucks Pat Pateman

Dudevu - muscle series

Dudevu - Another robber scene

Dudevu - Older dude fucks younger guy

Dudevu - a master and his bitch

Dudevu - hot locker room

Dudevu - dawson 20-3

Dudevu - Grunts – Misconduct

Dudevu - brad mc guire fucking tim skyler

I’d like to observe a moment of silence for those lost.

Actually, doing this has already made me feel better. Mostly because I realized that one of my favorite scenes (cinematographically speaking) was on another website! And again, if anyone knows of any websites with full scenes that one doesn’t have to download, please let me know. For my friends.

Disclaimer: I, in no way, endorse unsafe sex,. But if they're gonna do it, I'll sure as hell watch.

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Weren’t you the guy I danced with at Hero? (My final DR!P of the season)

I was debating whether or not to attend Wednesday’s DR!P at Grace Hotel. On the one hand, I had gone to the gym after an alumni interview after work (interviewing for my non-Ivy-League school [thank god] makes me feel less guilty about not donating), so I wasn’t getting home til late. On the other hand, I had new swimwear... and I had just gone to the gym!

On my way home, I fired off some texts to see who was down, but the only person who wasn’t being lame was Gene-Erik. Armed with Wine Cellar Sorbet’s ruby port flavor fortified with Bacardi ruby red (that combo almost worked), I jumped on a train downtown.

I arrived just after 11:30 to find the pool almost empty (everyone was in the bar areas). After a kiss-kiss to Scotty Rox, I turned my attention to visuals extraordinaire Holly Daggers.

“Hold up! You were blonde a month ago, then you went red for a couple of weeks. Now you’re back to blonde?!”

“Well the roots grow in blonde… spiritually.”

Love.

I moseyed down to the rather crowded downstairs bar to find a whole crew of drag queens. To my left was Logan Slaughter, Celso, and Chandilier (that's how she spells it), and to my right was Shequida, who was out of drag and conversing with a rather handsome otter (who is now friends with me on Facebook... so if you're reading this, WOOF).

Shequida, with a headmistress-type elegance and insistence: “You! What’s your name.”

Me: “D. Kareem.”

Shequida: “D. Kareem, your body is amazing! You almost make me look fat!”

Me: “Never! I’ve seen you in some tight outfits!”

Shequida: “Turn!”

Me: "I'm sorry?"

Shequeda: "Turn around!"

I swore she was going to tell me to stand up straight, curtsey while I think (it saves time), and always say yeeeeessss, your majesty!

Shequida: “That is really something. How old are you?”

Me: “26.”

Shequida, with a look of distain, turning to the otter: “Now see, that’s why! Just wait til she’s older! Then again, I’m only 19 myself.”

I tried to come up with something politely witty to say, but I paused a bit too long with a look on my face that must have read as disbelief.

Shequida, laughing: “Excuse me! Don’t you dare! Not a day over 19.”

Me: “Of course, of course! I never would have guessed!”

Shequida put a card in my hand and winked at me. I looked down and it was a drink ticket. Score!

I wandered off and received an unexpectedly warm acknowledgement (read: any acknowledgement at all) from Matthew Camp: “Hey!”

. o O (Oh my god, is he talking to me?! Shit, he is! Don't look at his butt! Wait, he's facing you; you can't even see his butt. It is really nice tho... Damnit, D. Kareem, use your words!):

Me: "Hey, there."

Camp, all smiles: “Weren’t you the guy I danced with at Hero?”

Me (Damnit!): “Uh, no. That was Med School Mess Bottomless Pitt Taye Diggs any tall black guy someone else.

Camp, walking away: “Oh, okay.”

Wait, was this DR!P or a scene from [insert any 90s teenage comedy]?!

I’d already bought a drink (half price, baby!), and I was trying to save the drink ticket for Gene-Erik, but she was late, so oh well (my heart was in the right place). When she finally did show up, I directed her to the restroom.

Me upon her return: “I thought you went to change.”

Her: “Oh, no. Just went to pee. I mean, I have some footy shorts under here that I got in Australia.”

Me: “Well there you go! Where else are you gonna get to show 'em off!”

Her, after a short pause: “It’s cold in here."

I couldn’t argue with that. We were standing right in the path of an air vent, but he did take off shirt to reveal his tank top.

I guess Shequida’s Otter caught our scents mixing because he came over to talk to us for a while. It was funny because for the half hour our so that he was talking to us, I could definitely see his interest in both of us. But it seemed like he had a hard time choosing, not unlike a bear in a river of salmon who can’t focus on just one fish. When a drag queen pranced by with some cupcakes, he saw his out and took his leave of us. It wasn't long before Gene-Erik and I caught the train uptown.

Did I mention that I really shouldn’t have drank that much on a Wednesday night? Yeah.

That was the last DR!P of the season for me (since I missed it last week)! Click here to check out my first time.

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the difference between Murder 1, Murder 2, and Manslaughter (hate crime protest in Queens and a bridal fashion show)

I woke up on Saturday morning with my clothes and lights on. Obviously I had passed after gorging on a whole rice and beans meal with chicken from El Mambi (across the street from No Parking). Luckily, none ended up on the bed.

I had read online earlier in the week about a rally happening in reaction to a guy getting gay bashed in Queens. I was still all activist-gay from the National Equality March, so I started trying to rally troops for the rally around noon.

You can tell it's gonna be a looooong fight for equality.

As you can see, most people were being trés lame, but I was determined not to be by myself out there. Med School Mess, who was shockingly drunk at the open bar the night before, agreed to meet me. While I wanted to meet up in Manhattan and travel together, he wanted to rendezvous at the rally so that he wouldn’t have to use two swipes on his MetroCard ($2.25 is hard to come by these days).

Somehow, it took me forever to get ready, so I didn’t end up leaving the house til 1:30. I figured I’d be a little late, and it woouldn't be big deal. I mean, how long could it tiake to get to Queens! Did I mention that the protest was at 2? In College Point, Queens?!

I finally looked up the details of the protest on my iPhone on the way to the train. “Okay, so I take the 7 train to Main St. Wait, Main St… like Flushing! I have to the full length of the 7 train! And then take a bus?! Oh hell no!”

Thankfully, the 7 train is one of the shorter lines in the subway system, and most of it is above ground. Between starting on a blog entry, twittering, and nodding off, I was able to keep myself entertained for the duration of the ride. I got out at the end of the line and had time to grab a vitamin water and a Red Bull before the bus came.

Med School Mess had arrived before me but was obviously running on Gay-Light Savings Time too.

Why was the bus that came so old that it had the pull cord instead of the strip of tape to request a stop! Two blocks from the protest, the bus had the nerve to break down!

When I finally arrived at the protest, I found Med School Mess with Tighty Whitey standing towards the back of the small crowd.

Med school Mess, looking up from his phone: “Did you see the counter-protest?”

Me: “You mean the 5 people behind the police blockades? Speaking of, there’s a lot of police presence here! I guess that’s a good thing.”

Tighty Whitey: “Depending on whose side they’re on!”

Me: “The counter-protestors are the ones in captivity. I think we’re good… Mess, are you on Grindr?!”

We had obviously missed the march, but they were in the middle of a series of short speeches by community leaders and students. Med School Mess pointed out a reporter he recognized from one of the local news stations . I pointed out that his camera man was shooting on a Betacam SP camera: “Damn, the couldn’t get the gays in HD? Or at least digi! And you know how they always send the black reporter to Harlem and the Latin reporter to WaHi? I wonder if they sent the gay reporter to the rally!”

Eventually the speeches ended, and people started milling about. We started to leave, but we decided to give the counter-protesters (or “bashers” as I called them) a few minutes and catch the next bus. I subtly checked out a husky but cute cop as I walked by him.

A woman announced as we were getting on the bus, “Hey, did someone lose their wallet…”

Me, checking my pockets: “Nope, got mine.”

Woman: “…'Cause I gave it to the cop.”

Me: “Come to think of it, I just may have lost mine!”

Tighty Whitey: “I’ll be King of his Queens!”

Tighty Whitey was on his way to a party in Astoria (nowhere near College Park) and invited us along. “I have to warn you: it’s a straight party.” I appreciated the warning, but l was up for an adventure.

Can we have a short conversation about how no one in Astoria lives near the train! It’s one of the main reasons why I ruled it out as a place to live: all the good, affordable places I saw were at least a 15 minute walk from transit! Anyway, Tighty Whitey introduced us to his very nice RG friend who happened to have some very nice Real Gay friends, the hottest of whom (boyfriend and out of towner, ugh) made us drinks using port wine and ginger liqueur.

At one point, we were talking to a straight white dude about the protest we were at, and he comes out of his mouth with, “I really don’t see why we need extra legislation for hate crimes.”` I was about * this close to blurting out something condescending and handing him a brochure for a sociology class, but Tighty Whitey and Med School Mess had a very articulate debate with him about the messages hate crimes send to the society that observes them. I could really only get composed enough to chime in towards the end.

Him: “Well, I really don’t agree with legislating what’s going on inside a person’s mind. Because that’s really the difference between a hate crime and a random act of violence.”

Me: “Yeah, that’s also the difference between Murder 1, Murder 2, and Manslaughter.”

Don't sleep: I used to watch New York Undercover. Malik Yoba was FOOOIIIIIIIINE!

If we didn’t change this guy's mind, we definitely gave him a lot to think about. But really, if you’re part of a majority group and you’re not convinced of the validity of a law protecting a minority group of which you are not a part, don’t phrase it that way because you’ll look like an ass. “Devil’s advocate…” and “But what I don’t understand is…” and “Can you give me an example of…” are much more intelligent and peaceful phrases than “I really don’t see the point of…” Really.

Totally Tyler had texted me about a bridal fashion show with which one of his designer friends was involved. Fashion runway outrageousness meets bridezilla? Of course I wanted to go! Tighty Whitey took her leave, but Med School Mess gladly joined me for the show.

The fashion show, held at 583 Park Ave, was quite the scene! We were seated upstairs since the lower level was reserved for press and such. It was difficult to see the runway, but we crowded around the balcony railing to gawk and photograph. The first half of the fashion show was a bit more tame, but it still elicited a few gasps and one spontaneous round of applause.

Please tell me why the served cans of champagne with straws at the intermission!

Yes, it's an American Eagle shirt, but I crossed out "American" and wrote in "The". WOOF. Not that there's anything wrong with the GAP corporation; I'm just not in high school. Or Ohio.

Those cans just made it more portable so that people could throw them in their coat pockets for later. Not that anyone I know did that, just sayin’.

After the second half of the show (much more exciting and daring designs and a different set of models who were all giving us walk with a generous dollop of fierce!), we went to Pop Burger in midtown. I had a funny experience because a coworker had suggested we go there a few weeks before, saying it was an upscale burger joint. The food was good, but it didn’t seem particularly “upscale” to me. What I didn’t know was that there was a whole restaurant/bar/lounge upstairs! People were coming in and not even ordering food. Very nice decor and a cool mix of music, but drinks were $8. And that’s just happy hour!

After a bite there, we grabbed a cab (at Totally Tyler’s insistence… and on his dime: I see no need to take a cab when the trains are running regularly, but I won't turn down a free one!) down to Pieces for Saturday Karaoke.

It wasn’t crowded at all (though it was only about 10:30), so I went to the song book to take advantage of the less-than-an-hour wait. While we were looking through, the new, comically tragic drag queen host called out the name of a guy who wasn’t present.

Her: “Jason? Jason going once... going twice... Okay, anybody wanna take his song?”

At that point, I immediately grabbed Adam4FaceHunt’s (a friend of TTT’s who earned his name because his Facebook profile pictures are always shirtless... class of '04) hand and raised it for him. He grabbed Med School Mess, who put up no fight, to help him sing the song.

“And you’ll be singing…. 'Circus'!”

Needless to say, it was tons of tone-deafening fun.

I was surprised by how quickly my name came up. I had picked what I thought would be a crowd favorite, and I was right. From the opening chords, I heard sounds of recognition and approval. The song I chose: “Hush Hush; Hush Hush” (the “I Will Survive” remix, of course). It was a last-minute decision to sing it in the original octave, and thankfully, it worked out well. So well, in fact, that a guy gushed for about 15 minutes about how he’s worked in TV for years and has never seen such “effortless” talent. Let me tell you: it was far from effortless. In fact, I had to cut out half of the run after the “I Will Survive” sample (whatever! Nicole was smart enough to avoid that high F live!). And with Med School Mess singing “Exhale (Shoop Shoop)” and MicHELLe singing "Million Dollar Bill" the Ivy League Crew et. al. made quite the showing at Saturday Night Karaoke.

Did I mention Totally Tyler required for a cab for the ride home, too? Yeah.

A few of us had a blast at last year's Gay Erotic Expo. Click here to check it out.

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Sober Moment 11.3.09 Fun with Blog Stats

Every month, I review the stats for my blog: how many hits I got; what posts got the most hits; what regions/cities/countries yielded me the most hits; etc. But the most entertaining part of reviewing my blog's stats is seeing the Google searches that brought people to my blog.

All of the top 19 keyword searches that landed people on my blog this month involved limiting Facebook, Blackout Blog, and Lady Gaga auto tune. Colton Ford came in #20.

Fetish

“shoe shining” sexy

Beer “assless chaps” image [okay, that might have been my own search]

Assless chaps, long island

Assless hose [not mine!]

John candy assless chaps

Leather gay party harness straps [fine, this was mine, too]

Principal skinner shirtless

Should I bring thongs and boots to fire island [I think this person was British]

Porn

Boys ass hots gays3 [say no to drunk googling]

Colton ford double dong [I’m curious]

Dominican baby in porn [??!!]

Very skinny pale white boy sex

Whitegirls over 30 fucking with naibors harecor [ESL much?]

Internet related

“ursa menorah” [3 guesses as to who did that search]

adam4adam lance bass

adam4adam newyork hot mess

are manhunt and adam4adam owned by the same person?

Bitch put me on limited profile [haha!]

Black out blog man

Blackoutblogdot.com [really?]

How do u know you blocked on adam4ada [why “u” and “you” in the same search?]

My boyfriend added me as a limited access friend on facebook [honey, he's not your boyfriend for real]

What other websites besides adam4adam [NONE! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!]

www . the blackout blog . com [honestly, this is how I type it in messages on A4A and Manhunt, and at least 10% of people ask me for the website in their response]

www. Booty centric blog .com [this person spent 2 minutes on the blog, and visited 3 different pages… I wanna know what hooked them so I can give them more!]

طريقة عمل limited profile في الفيس بوك [looks like they found what they were looking for since they visited for 10 minutes]

Pop Culture

“Get sharonda

“key change” we belong together [there was no key change in that song]

Get sharonda by jordin sparks [guess Bottomless Pitt wasn’t the only one]

Hallaback boy music videos that starts holly shit this is my shit all the boys stomp your feel like this [ESL again?]

Keri hilson live glitter pants [I obvi missed that show]

Lady gaga assless [now, I wouldn’t say that]

Lady gaga doesn’t use auto tune [I wouldn’t say that, either]

What does “peter paul and mary, getting down with 3 p” mean? [starts with a “d”… ends with an “ouble penetration”]

I Don’t Get It Either

“colonel sanders was black” [I’m not the only one!!]

“jane goodall costume”

“red bear” stories gay

“stole her shoes”

Dating a drug dealer [looking for advice? Don’t.]

Frequent blackout drunk [one should google one’s self every now and then]

Oh my god the head of his cock is sticking out of his speedo

Sober blackout [blasphemy!]

Who is having the sober gay Halloween party in boston? [someone who should be shot]

WTF?!
“candle bar” blowjob [maybe it’s time to go back]

Bana twa bas [I swear, that’s exactly how it was typed]

Couture on blackout butts prince

Her tits were growing and her pubic har was starting as she stripped of to [??!!]

MikaFanClub.com was one of my top 20 referral sites! Someone there must have seen my album review. DudeVu.com was in my top 40. Lucasblog.com was in my top 100.

The Blackout Blog was most popular among readers in NY, CA, TX, MA, and DC. Wyoming was the only state not to visit the Blog this month.

London, Paris and Cologne were the most avid readers in Europe. Riyadh, Saudi Arabia was the Asian city with the most visits (followed by Bangkok and Singapore). Cairo, Egypt; Westgate, South Africa; and Abuja, Nigeria were the most populous Africans to Blackout. It’s no surprise that Sao Paulo and Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, were in the top 3 (with Caracas coming in second) for South American cities, even though they all spent an average of < :15 on the site. Same for the top 3 Central American cities. And I actually got 4 visits from Jamaica!

It's been a year since Barak Obama was elected. Click here to check out my reflections on that night.

Grindr t-shirt /= slutty (Vig 27's Grand Opening and Latino Pride '09 Kick Off

The opening of Vig 27 got real messy real quickly. I was meeting Totally Tyler with the intention of splitting a Gatorade bottle for the ride downtown and across town. Unfortunately, both she and her friend had Gatorade bottles of their own. They ended up helping out a bit (their "bottles" were actually Red Bull cans), but I had started the night with way more alcohol than I needed on my way to an open bar!

Another friend of Totally Tyler's was waiting ay the door, so we skipped the line and quickly entered the packed bar. We probably should have checked our coats first, but I at least wanted a drink for the wait in line!

The first person I saw was Pubic Finance, double-fisting, of course: "You're just now getting here?!"

Me: "Well, open bar just started 4 minutes ago!"

Him: "Girl, open bar started at 7! You late!"

I'd been duped! And I wasn't happy about it. My solution: double-fisting.

Earlier that day, I got a friend request on Facebook from a Nancy. I didn't recognize her name, but I knew her as soon as I saw her face. Turns out we had met on either gay.com or Manhunt when I was in college in New England and she was in high school. We talked on AIM for a year or so but never met in person. It was a trip to see her now because back then, she seemed like a boy with an alter-ego who wore makeup. Now she's living in NYC as a woman.

After we caught up for a bit, Nancy of the North went along her way, and I decided I wanted drinks more than I wanted to check my coat. Meanwhile, Bottomless Pitt, who was the one who told us about this party, was late as hell getting there (she lives in the neighborhood!).

Did I mention I’d gotten a new shirt and couldn’t wait to show it off!

You think Grindr will give my blog an endorsement? They get more plugs from me than a surge protector at Christmas.

Freak Ho’s been doing some activist work, and he'd put together a series of events for Latino Pride. Latino Pride’s kick off was that night at No Parking. I prefer my Prides during the summer so that I can dress slutty (Grindr t-shirt /= slutty), but any Pride’s a good Pride. After I finished the last of my 6 free drinks (in pint classes, mind you), Blink and I left with Pubic Finane and Taye Diggs to catch a cab uptown (even though the trains were still running express… this is how drunk we all were).

Three of us jumped into a cab, and out of nowhere, Taye Diggs yelled, “Fine, then! Go to No Parking!” and stormed off.

Pubic Finance: “So, where is this place again?”

Me: “Um, honey, your live-in boyfriend just stormed off. Don’t you think you wanna go fix it fix it fix it?”

Pubic Finance: “Ugh! I really should go after him. Will you guys wait for me?”

Me: “Bitch, that didn’t look like a kiss-on-the-corner-and-carry-on hissy fit! You might have to take that one home. Your place is with him, not us. You knew that when you signed that lease!”

Blink slurred something in agreement (I think).

Pubic: “Fine, fine.”

Me, crawling out of the cab: “Sorry, dude. We’re not gonna be going.”

Blink: “Oh my grrrd! We’re so, so, soooo srrrry. Like, I’m sooo–"

Me: “Get out of the cab, bitch!”

The train ride helped us to sober up a bit (thank god) because Blink could barely walk the 5 avenues to the A train (there was quite a bit of shushing on my part). But No Parking was a riot as always.

Highlights included go-go gods

Camouflage

A new hot barback for me to crush on.

You know, I live around the corner from here...

And did I mention there were a few random Ivy League Crew et al. sightings as well?

Yeah.

Did I mention that I saw the original 4 members of En Vogue in concert recently? I died! Click here to check it out (with photo and video!).

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Happy Halloween!

Here's a preview of my costume.

Never underestimate the power of a DIVA fan. Have a safe, calorie-filled, and alcohol-laden Halloween!


And click here to check out the outrageous costumes from last year's Halloween party.