just start shooting anything that moves

I was finally finished with my roommate’s recording project, so it was time to resume my weeknight partying.  I decided to skip the gym on Tuesday for a disco nap before checking out yet another Joey Israel party, Boybox (at G Lounge).  You’d think an hour of Absolute 100 open bar would be enough to entice the girls to join me, but the only one to show interest was Tighty Whitey (who doesn’t drink). 

 

The theme of the party is male burlesque, and the bar staff were appropriately (un)dressed. 

What interested me about this party was the unique brand of performance that was advertised (at one point, Joey Israel asked about furries in his Facebook status for this party).  There’s nothing I like better than a hot go-go, but I definitely got a taste of something new:

And Batman put on a little show just for me.

I swear I was zooming in on the logo on his shorts.  (Batman, if you're reading this, email me.  And bring the cape.) 

I ran into internet gaylebrity Cazwell (who recently appeared on RuPaul’s drag race)

 

as well as a couple of random friends of Duplex. 

After a while, Duplex himself rolled in with his 6’6” crew, and they started buying super-sized drinks.  That was about the time the open bar started taking effect for me. 

 

Out of nowhere, we’re at the door to Splash.  I protest, saying I'll just go home since there’s a cover for their weekly Blatino party (which I don't think I'd ever been to), and Duplex hands me two 5s to shut me up.  He buys me yet another drink, and I just start shooting anything that moves.

(always remember: the urinals at Splash are semi-see-through)

Hey, is that Mike da Wizard, the DJ from No Parking?!

(Is it bad that I didn't realize for a few days that his shirt wasn't a reference to weapons of mass destruction?)

This guy wasn't even a go-go.  I think I was taking a picture of something else, and he happened to be in the frame.  He insisted that I get less candid shots of him posing.  Should have saved my memory card for the dancers.

 

After I got all hot and bothered while watching these dancers, the story ended with me suggesting that I leave with Duplex.  Duplex told me his friend wanted to go eat and talk about relationship stuff, “but I could meet you back here around 3.”  Seriously?  Did I mention his multiple texts over the last several weeks saying that we really should fuck catch up (since I’ve seen him maybe twice his Halloween party… after which he also blew me off)?  I’m good, son.  Yeah.

Check out our antics at Duplex's Halloween party.  Click here.

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