Let's just start with the happy birthdays ( hereafter referred to as HBs ) , as that's where this column usually goes anyway.
First HB goes to Mr. Jim Flint of 3160 and The Baton. It was a veritable press-gasm there as I and many of our local fag rag workers wished Jimmy a very happy 69th to the strains of Mr. Paul Marinaro. 69 is a very important number in Jim's life, it turns out. Did you know he opened The Baton in 1969?
Next HB goes to the always-upbeat Viviana Mendez at Cocktail. Not two minutes in that bar until my hand was thrust up underneath her leg. Points for boldness, I suppose.
Final HB goes to DJ Greg Haus of Berlin fame. From what I can piece together from that night, the festivities included me telling Jo that he was exotic because he was a "foreigner." I'm not sure if it's PC these days to use such terms, but I gotta be me. Thanks to Adam, Scott, Jenae, Jo, and all you crazy mofos.
And if I missed your HB, I officially owe you an HJ. OK?
Another year, another cowboy makeover at Touché. This year's winner, Jack, stole all our hearts as he claimed the title and was remade into a proper cowpoke by Alcala's Western Wear. No cows were poked in the course of the contest. I left at about 1 a.m.; I cannot speak for the period of time after that.
A quick H ( short for "hello" ) to CJ at the new D.S. Tequila Co. It's always a pleasure to meet a longtime fan of the magazine and of my column. It's knowing that folks like you are reading that makes me actually get off my ass and write the thing.
Sometimes the power of the camera can be an intoxicating liquor. I got a bit drunk on power at The Call for their Christmas In July party. I needed some shots of people sitting on Santa's lap and freaking out, a la those hilarious pix you've seen on the Intertubes. Well, once I saw young Jamie with a Santa hat, his fate was sealed. So I categorically gathered everyone in the bar and led them, one by one, to Jamie's jolly lap. Oh, there was much jollification to be had that night!
Congrats to Team FURR, who reportedly raised a ton o' cash for this year's Ride For AIDS. Not sure, as of press time, how much a ton is. That's why I used a nebulous term such as "a ton." You didn't actually expect a literal ton of cash, did you? Well, that WOULD be nice for the cause. I'm sure several pounds of cash is more than spectacular.
Remember that night two weeks ago when it rained 47 inches? I was out there bringin' you Nightspots magic, in the form of B.Blyss' Femistry Fridays and Beauty Bar's HOT/MESS. You almost drown for someone's enjoyment, you like a little recognition. Just sayin'...
Let's see, what else. Oh yes. MARKET DAYS!!!!!! Look for me absolutely fucking everywhere this weekend. Please check out Calendar Q on page 30 for all the big haps. Make sure to frequent the establishments that make Nightspots possible. Why, just look at all these full-color ads bursting with activities. Here's hoping you burst with activity as well this weekend.
kirk@windycitymediagroup.com