my mistake.
tuesday was crazy insane, like for real.
i went to hiro ballroom to see miss kittin. things started slow, but quickly built into a relentless sweaty dance party, where the beats are so right and the music is so demanding and the energy is tangible and you can't drag your ass off of the dancefloor.
hiro has that fasian™* vibe that makes me feel like i am in the opening scene of indiana jones and the temple of doom, where the diamond gets mixed up with the ice on the floor and the dancers and gangsters are running amok.
however, i saw a very unfortunate fashion no-no in the crowd:
camo and argyle???
after hiro we went down to happy ending
for the "wigs and glasses" lastnightsparty party, which was
B A N A N A S.
i have been going out in this city since dinkins was mayor (yeah, i was underage, but i was going out!) but last night i saw some shit i have never seen before -
some fool inflated a life raft in the middle of the dancefloor.
so yeah, forget what i said about tuesdays.
because at 3am as tma and i ran hand in hand down allen street, we had cake frosting and beer on our clothes and ringing in our ears.
*fasian= faux-asian
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