Greenhouse festivities

In preparation for Sunday’s Greenhouse festivities, I was supposed to be meeting up with MicHELLe at SoHo Crush’s place at 9:30.  This week, I was dressing up for the party, and I didn’t want to walk over in my ridiculous outfit alone.  The plan was to get to SoHo around 8:30 and take my time getting ready, maybe have a drink or two (because one should always pre-game for an open bar?).  Too bad I didn’t get off the 1 train (because the A just decided it’s not stopping at Spring Street on the weekends [thanks, Urban Sprawl]) til about 9:45.

When we got to SoHo Crush’s place, I tossed MicHELLe a Gatorade bottle while she and SoHo made chit-chat.  Meanwhile, I was in the bathroom putting on my baby-blue bell bottoms, my 6-inch pleather heels, and applying liquid eyeliner.  To complete the outfit, I made a top out of the damaged scarf SoHo Crush had given me.  And to top off the look, I brought back the pineapple hairstyle from college.

Somehow, this transformation all took place in a little less than 20 minutes.

 

We arrived around 10:10, and most of the Long Island Gays had shown up, including Dirty Sanchez.

I had to get a picture of him with BRITney for old time’s sake.

Despite all of the freaks that did show up.

It was a disappointingly square crowd in comparison to the week before. 

Pretty soon, we grew weary of the venue and a few of us made a break for XES Karaoke with Peppermint.

And her dinner!

One of my favorite things about XES Karaoke is the weekly Mary J. Blige performance from a certain real girl (I think).  She really channels old-school Mary.

Once again, you can thank Urban Sprawl for the background vocals.

One time, Urban Sprawl had taken a picture of her performing, and I tagged it on Facebook as MicHELLe (before Belize Navidad made her NYC debut).  Most of the Ivy League Crew et. al. thought this woman was actually MicHELLe in drag.

Have you ever been up on stage doing what you thought would be your perfect Karaoke song, but then you come to the realization in the middle of the song that you're really just that drunk guy on stage? 

That’s kinda what happened to me while singing “Womanizer” (or my version: “I’z a Woman”). 

But my night didn’t end at XES.  SoHo Crush had woken me up from a nap earlier that day by blasting the Chicago soundtrack (the Broadway version, not the movie), so I returned the favor, turning his sound system extra loud to pound through the Ambien stupor.  He awoke.  We danced.  We sang.  We drank. We crashed.  Did I mention that a 4-day workweek was till way too long?

Is it too soon to relive the night of Belize Navidad?  I don't think so.  Click here.


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