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.

Dance Mutha!

With a phone call and a few texts, the quiet Netflix night I thought about having ended with me crawling into bed some time after 4:00 a.m. My first stop was Therapy to say hi to Miss-ter T-Boy (pictured below) who was spinning the crowd into a frenzy with the Chew Fu remix of Lady Gaga's "Bad Romance." ("Rah rah! Ah ah ah! Roma ra-ma-ma! Gaga! Oh la la!")

It was nice to see that the rain didn't keep many people home. I was happy, too, that T-Boy threw on Mousse T.'s "Horny" as I made my way to the dance floor. ("My heart is ringing and I'm singing this song for you.") From the looks of the boys around me, everyone was "horny, horny, horny tonight."

I can't wait for T-Boy to finish the album he's working on. He's given me a track, "Dance Mutha," which will make you want to do just that. Once he gets me the a cappella, I'll give it the PhDJ treatment. If you've never seen T-Boy perform, you're in for a fantastical treat. Here he is performing at last year's Glammy Awards:

This year, he's nominated again for the Best Alternative Artist award, and he'll be performing at the Awards show at Splash on Sunday December 6th. Don't miss it! Speaking of Splash, that's where I spent the rest of the night.

I drank until last call with Beto Sutter and friends at the back bar and danced among the shirtless boys to DJ Tracy Young. Before long, DJ Drew G. joined us for a few rounds. It was good to see that he survived the night before.

(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.