Pictured 1 Celeste, Christina and Mona of The Spot Productions at Spin.
2 DJ Peter Mavrik & friends at Cocktail.
3 Tajma Hall of Stella Productions really satisfies at Jackhammer.
pix by Kirk
What a weekend coming up! Not only is it the ultimate celebration of love (and profit) called Valentine's Day, we have Fireball and the Pantheon of Leather events. Now, unless you have just arrived from Pluto—and I'm sure I'll run into a few of you this weekend—you know the drill. Party hard, party long, PARTY SAFE!!! 'Nuff Said.
Popped into Scot's for a quickie on Friday. The sweet young thing at the door just couldn't believe he was going to be in the magazine yet again. Just don't show this one to grandma. Some things are better when they are secret. Tom was away on some fabulous island that weekend. Stop in and get his story.
Next stop was Jackhammer to experience another Stella Productions show. And I do mean experience. Stella kept throwing COCKtails at me. That Stella is quite liberal with her COCKtails. Ask her nice and she'll show you a COCKtail. The girls were all 'hot to go' and I got some great shots. Regina—any girl who can don a blue wig and still look like a lady is alright by me. Look below for Tajma Hall going to town on what looks to be a very contented candy bar.
Here's an interesting tidbit. I ran into a contributor from a certain other local queer publication who was trying to help me sell advertising in Nightspots! I will leave you astute readers to draw your own conclusions.
Gino, where were you when I stopped into Cocktail on Saturday? Probably out enjoying your cover boy status. You owe me a Long Island!!!
When I got a phone call from two Nebraska dykes on Saturday asking me where to go, I told them we'd meet up at Spin for The Spot Productions party. Girl, did I steer them right. Christina introduced me to some sumptuous women. It was even more than I expected. They do a hell of a job putting together a party at The Spot Productions.
Let me just say this about Super Bowl Sunday. In an event that celbrates violence and alcoholism, people are freaking out about Miss Jackson's tit? I am sooo moving to Canada.
The Nutbush's free Super Bowl buffet was to die for. Never have I eaten so many hot dogs in one place. (INSERT FELLATIO JOKE HERE) Inn Exile was also the place to be, with their big screen and Kelly, who always knows how to dress for the occasion. Buck's was just chock full of sporty types. If not for the crotch-grabbing I might have forgotten I was in a gay bar. Let's hear it for crotch-grabbing!
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