Tuesdayifying

"Karaoke tells the truth about who you are," Mimi Imfurst (pictured above) told the crowd at Barracuda last night. What I learned about the crowd was that they like Morrissey and The Smiths. I guess they were still happy that Moz was OK after he collapsed onstage at the start of a concert last month, just after he opened with "This Charming Man."

The crowd learned a couple of things about me, too--namely that I used to be Mimi's DJ (check), and that I'm a great one (thanks, Mimi!). She pulled me onstage to chat when there were technical difficulties with the lyrics monitor that took more than a few minutes to fix. "That's what I get for coming early. Like Cazwell," she joked. Such a kidder, that Mimi.

Mimi assembled two distinguished judges for Karaoke night: Logan Hardcore (pictured above), who was giving her best Bianca del Rio impersonation, which consisted of "Hola" and "Si"; and Chandelier Period, who left the wig at the cleaners. It was quite the look last night: Dallas DuBois, Nancy Nosecandy, and Demanda all came sans face. Well, a painted one. All the while, I was trading texts with Celso (pictured below, from February, with my pensive Wonder Twin Brian Mills), who was lamenting that I wasn't spinning that night; she wanted to walk to my beats. She told me that she was coming to meet me. I sat tight.

Mimi and Logan were doing backup for one of the karaoke regulars when Celso arrived with the House of De la Blanca. They were off to see James Coppola (pictured below, from February, also with Brian, less pensive now) around the corner at The Gates. I finished up my cocktail with Nancy Nosecandy, Demanda, and Kyle, my favorite bar back (whose Jason mask I forgot to bring along after taking it home last Friday night), and head out.

The Gates was packed--and it was gorgeous. The DJ was working some fun mashups, like mixing the a cappella of Corona's "Rhythm of the Night" with the beat to Green Velvet's "Shake and Pop." It made me think of the time I saw Green Velvet spin at Mr. Black years ago and left a sweaty, fantastical mess. I thanked James for generously sharing his bottle with me and headed home because I had a mix CD to make--in the morning, I told myself by this point in the night.

I decide to pop into BOYBOX Tuesdays at G Lounge just for a minute to catch the last go-go boy set before I headed home. As I walked in, I saw DJ Drew G. on the phone in the foyer. I waited to say hello. We shared a drink--or 12. We were laughing so hard that suddenly it was 2 hours later and I was in a cozy bar underneath Coffee Shop in Union Square, mesmerized by a friend of Drew's who was cutting up a storm, bouncing like a rubber band man. I came to enough to realize that I had spent all the money I had on me and that I had to walk home. I made a nice discovery along the way: the 24-hour Best Buy in Union Square is open.