(Mr.) Black Celebration

Any good night out includes someone losing it on the dance floor, someone running to the bathroom to, um, accidently upchuck on an unsuspecting stranger, someone needing cab fare home (and me giving it to him), and Brian Mills (pictured below), my Wonder Twin, teaching the children on the dance floor.

So, last night at Mr. Black was a fantastical success. I pre-gamed in Williamsburg at singer JFortino's place to help celebrate his Sweet 16th. Among the guests was director Francis Legge. After nibbling and toasting a bit, we all cabbed it to Mr. Black to join the already partying Jane Lane (pictured below) and Ernie Cote, one of last night's hosts.

We waded through the sea of people to the bar, where we found Johnny (pictured below), in his under-dressed best, making the rounds with a tray of yummy, fruity vodka shots.

At some point, Kyle handed me an appropriately timely Friday the 13th Jason mask, which I wore for the rest of the night, and in which I took far too many self-portraits (one of me with Brian Mills is below). I did take it off to have a drink with DJ Drew G.

Once we were properly hydrated, we took it to the dance floor, where Nancy Nosecandy (pictured below) took a prisoner. In the middle of the crowd, of course, was Ladyfag, fresh from the the Mr. Black 2033 tour to Chicago, Los Angeles, and San Francisco.

35 more cocktails in, I lost track of everyone but ran into Danny and Charlie who, shockingly, was not eating. I'm sure we talked about something terribly fascinating. Somehow, I found my Wonder Twin--or maybe Brian found me--and we made our way outside to cab it home. Well, I stopped for pizza along the way.