Let Us Entertain You, Adam Lambert

Before Eric Halliwell and I were shooed out of the VIP that we are in every Friday, Eric was able to snap this picture (above) of Adam Lambert. Click here to get a good look at his eyes. We were all partying down at the F Word, the weekly night of fantastical mayhem thrown by NYC Nightlife legend Michael Formika Jones and Mark Nelson. I look forward to it—not just last Friday when I DJ'ed there—because the F Word is the kind of party that I love New York for throwing. I'm glad that Lambert was able to unwind with us after his show at the Highline earlier in the evening. I know those of us who go every week are there because we have a blast. We dance, drink, and take lots of pictures we can laugh with later, like those I love taking of Demanda Dahling (pictured below) and DivaSteve (pictured with Demanda). I cannot wait for the Valentine's Day party tomorrow that Demanda is hosting and I'm DJ'ing.






Here are some more shots of Kyle, both alone and with James (further down, left).


That's Eric Halliwell (click either of his names here to see his websites) in between the shots of James just above. We canvassed the club while Francis Legge, my roaming buddy earlier, was busy filming everyone in front of the green screen, including Monique Fontaine (pictured below) and Nancy Nosecandy (pictured further below).


Also there was my friend Dzu (pictured further down), who let his hands do the talking with Demanda Dahling. It was more for effect, not because she couldn't hear him above the steady thump.

A Single Night

"Experience is not what happens to a man," explains George (Colin Firth) in Todd Ford's film, A Single Man, to his oh-so-eager student suitor Kenny (Nicholas Hoult), "but what a man does with what happens to him." The same could be said about any single night out in New York City. What makes it fantastical is not what happens during it but what you do with it, where you take it. Some nights continue to flicker, like last week's B*tch @ss Trick party, not because I took so many pictures but because the energy was palpable. There was Johnny dancing his @ss off all night (pictured above in the midst of the groove as well as during a quick break from it). There was Cazwell (pictured below with his dancers) dancing his @ss off during his amazing performance.

There was Kyle (pictured below) and his bottle of Ketel One that finished off our night in style.

There was Amanda Lepore dancing the night away. There was Vogue Evolution serving up a storm. There was everyone in their Wednesday best, including Eric Halliwell (pictured below left and right) and Dzu (pictured below middle), ready to take it all in. I'm ready let more nights like these flicker with more pictures here, and in my head, once the F Word gets started again on January 1st.

C'mon and Getcha Summore!

Every Sunday night should start with a healthy serving of disco thump. That's exactly what DJ Gant gives each week at Eastern Bloc's Love Hangover Sunday party. The wonderfully gooey mix of bass, strings, and piano--including the hot mix of the Jackson 5's "Can You Feel It" as well as the classic Chaka Khan and First Choice that Gant put into the mix--were taking me there! Or, maybe that was the tequila I was drinking because of Dzu (pictured below, from this summer, since I was too busy sipping to snap a new shot of him). Well, he didn't force me; I was inspired by his drink of choice for the night.

We met director Francis Legge (pictured below) there, who'd just come from Nowhere Bar, where he was enjoying the cheap beer and free Wi-Fi. At Eastern Bloc, bartender Sam kept the drinks coming and shocked us with his supernatural hearing, even with his hat pulled down over his ears.

With a couple more people in tow, we found a taxi we could all fit into and headed over to Barracuda for the 2-4-1 (or 12-4-6, as it were) Happy Hour from 11-12--and for The Sherry Vine Show. OK. This was my third time seeing the divine Miss V (pictured below) in the last week; but she was premiering her new parody of Lady Gaga's "Bad Romance." Besides, she hasn't filed a restraining order. Yet.

It was standing room only by the time Sherry took the stage and we cashed in all our Happy Hour receipts. Luckily, we'd grabbed seats close to the front when we first came. She rocked through her set, ending with the fantastical new song. The family-friendly ditty, "I Sh!t My Pants," left everyone laughing. Indeed, what else does rhyme with romance, as she explained to the crowd afterward. I had a silly grin on my face for the rest of the night. No, that wasn't the tequila. During her show, she also sang happy birthday to JFortino (pictured below), who came to have a few rounds with us.

Mimi Imfurst was there, too (out of face), for a bit. So inspired by her new traveling weekly schedule (Tuesdays at Barracuda, Wednesdays in Philadelphia at Q Lounge, and Thursdays in DC at EFN Lounge), she was off to tour NYC's bars last night. After the show, we had a few more rounds. Logan Hardcore dropped in to say hey. Apparently, Logan's going to be Beyoncé to Epiphany's Lady Gaga for a performance of "Telephone" this Saturday at Club 57. Can't wait!

Suddenly, it was late; and I realized that I never made it to Vandam like I'd planned. Maybe that was the tequila. I went to the restroom. Seconds after I locked the door, the waiter relentlessly pounded on the door until I came out, explaining that the owner said I'd been in there too long. Yeah, right. I decided to leave Francis at the bar, grab a bagel from around the corner, and hop in a cab home.