Party Your Bass Off (Kake, FiPi, and Adam Benjamin Irby's B'day)

Menen had sent me a facebook invite early in the week for a Friday night open bar party at the Chelsea Hotel called Kake. I really didn't read the invite outside of the location and "open bar". I was sold, spreading the word to the Crew.

The open bar was from 10-midnight. I figured I'd tone down my dress, so I threw on a tshirt with my college's mascot (which happens to be a variety of bear) on it since I hadn't worn it in a while. I was worried because I didn't get off the train until about 10:10, and Chelsea Hotel's Friday night party from the winter would have had a 10-20 minute line by then. Much to my surprise, there was nobody in line at all. I had mixed feelings about this, but my mind was focused on the open bar.

The crowd inside was sparse and noticibly older than the last time I'd been there. I paused briefly to admire the muscled, bearded DJ before b-lining to the bar. There were so few people that I didn't even bother double fisting when I walked over to Menen and East Village Latina, who were talking to new friends.

 

"So, apparently this is a muscle bear party!" Menen giggled.

I choked on my drink, "Did you just say, 'Muscle Bear'?!"

"Yeah! I didn't get it before, but apparently the name of the main character from those Tom of Finland drawings is Kake. We came last week, but the club was double booked or something. The promoter was outside carrying this huge cake!"

All I had heard was 'muscle bear': "Fuck! I should have worn something sleeveless!"

"Um, well, you do have a bear on your shirt."

 

Eventually, a nice crowd built up. Turns out the DJ I was checking out was also the promoter, DeMarko Browne, who is not only hot, but super nice as well. I ended up talking to a slightly scruffy TSWB. And by talking to, I mean obscenely making out with but not taking home. Fucking open bar!

I turned in early on Friday because I was day-tripping to FiPi. Calipornia was hosting a party there and asked me to do a playlist. I hate daytrips to Fire Island, but I managed to drag some of the Ivy League Crew with me.

The Crew ended up going to the beach, so I gave them the address (on Bass Walk) to come later. Not long after I branched off from them, I saw a street sign that really captured the changing social landscape of The Pines.

So tell me whatchu want, whatchu really, really want!

With this request mind, I strutted down Fire Island Blvd with the confidence of a man newly in demand, giggling at Calipornia's color-printer signs along the walk: "Nice Bass", "Party Your Bass Off", and "Shake That Bass!"

 

Entering a pool party on FiPi is always interesting because one often has to walk through the house to get to the pool, and hosts always leave their door open or unlocked. In this situation, one always runs the risk of getting the who-invited-her look from an unfamiliar resident of the house. I entered slowly, announcing my presence as I stepped in, and Calipornia came trotting from the other side of the pool to greet me.

 

Calipornia: "You should have seen me an hour ago! I was freaking out because we had no ice! We went to the store at 11 o'clock, and the woman said it'd take 45 minutes. I just assumed it’d be an hour. Our delivery didn’t arrive til 1:30! One Thirty! I opened the door so ready  to bitch out the delivery boy, but then I saw that he was gorgeous! I tipped double.”

I put my iPod on, and Calipornia introduced me to everyone between the stereo and the bar. It ended up being a really cool mix of people (major hotties included).

There was talk of another party at the house where the Long Island Gays were staying a few weeks before. We had run out of mixer (I was on my second vodka on the rocks), so we figured they might at least have some juice if we brought our own alcohol.

We walked into absolute madness. Guys where everywhere, and they all started going crazy when “When Love Takes Over” came on!

If this is just the DJ playing, I wouldn't want to be anywhere near a live performance (*cough* Ascension *cough*)

We ended up running up running into the Ivy League Crew and stayed there for a good half hour before heading to a rather uneventful High Tea and catching the ferry home. But of course, that’s not where the night ended.

I headed down to Gym Bar to pick up  MicHELLe and one of her friends to head to Adam Benjamin Irby’s birthday party (he's an acclaimed blogger) at Las Chicas Locas in the Sheraton 4 points. I had to do a double take when I saw what the hostess was wearing.

A vision in seersucker . A whole suit.

"Work."

It was cool, low-key fun, and the drinks were surprisingly reasonable for a hotel bar ($8). Adam had made the playlist, which was perfect because we have similar tastes in music. MicHELLe and I spent the rest of the night, tripping out, people watching, and harmonizing background vocals together.

 
Did I mention that post-drunkfest ’09 is not exactly the best time to meet an online hook up? Yeah.

Shout out to all the new readers in California! Click here to check out this post from last time I was in LA.

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