What a crazy weekend. Beginning on Thursday night, it just didn't stop. The party on Friday night was really fun. It turns out that the "shocking and controversial presentation" was really quite something.
We walked in around 11:30 right as the big moment was about to begin. We made our way through the slightly narrow wharehouse-style venue that was packed from wall to wall with people dressed head to toe in black and witchy garb (that was the theme: Witch). We got to the open bar and ordered some drinks. We were happy to be at a private party where the drinks were free and we could smoke and do what we pleased without worrying about bouncers, beefy security or state smoking bans.
Finally, the doors closed and the lights went out momentarily and everyone became as quiet as they could in all their excitement. J, our host, appeared in the front of the room on a small stage wearing what looked like a satanic robe and big black mad max sunglasses. A black screen was lowered from the ceiling and on it appeared a pentagram and a booming voice which permeated the room. J looked up at the screen and over a period of fifteen minutes, he beseached God and Satan each in a spooky sort of performance art style. Then he addressed his guests in a passionate and intense manner with some political thoughts and issues that were really important to him and some spiritual thoughts and feelings, during which different images would appear on the screen above him. Sometimes it displayed a pentagram during which confetti showered down on the crowd from above, sometimes a big green dollar sign during which J would shout "are you going to vote for the almighty dollar when election time comes...? I'll bet some of you will! I'll bet some of you will betray me!" and fake money would come cascading down from above, and finally, the Wizard of Oz...Dorothy and her friends, and the good witch, all appeared on the screen and the movie's theme song played while fake snow and feathers drifted down onto the crowd, during which J clicked his heels and chanted "there's no place like homo...there's no place like homo." I got the impression that this was all very deep rooted symbolism for him and I respected the way that he put it out there and shared it with all of us. There were moments when it made me feel like we were in a room full of cult members as he would say a word or phrase and everyone would chant in unison, (at one point he had everyone saying "Witch, witch, witch, witch....") and at the same time it was exciting and fun and crazy and completely bizarre.
After his fifteen minutes had elapsed, the music pumped up to an ecstatic volume and the room went crazy while J presided over the party up on his pedestal, like a king, waving his arms and grooving with the crowd. Everyone was given a witchy hat and a little blinking magic wand that looked like the one the good witch has in the Wizard of Oz. Sexy performers up on mini stages, danced and gyrated and simulated sex acts in their skimpy Calvin Klein underpants while soft porn played on the wall.
We danced and drank the night away, enjoying the open bar and some conversation with strangers. One girl was so drunk that she teetered all night on these clackety little heels. I don't know how she managed without falling over. At one point she came up to us and started a conversation in her drunken slur that began with "myyyy husssband issan attorneyy..." I don't know what she said after that because my ears shut off like a light switch, but we did meet some other people that were fun. Eventually we decided to leave and go to Metronome, a club where some other friends were having a party. We stayed for one drink and a little dancing there before heading home. We stopped at McDonald's on the way and I don't think it has ever tasted that good before. We got home around 5 a.m. and slept until noon Saturday.
Saturday night was another party for a friend of Rob's at a place called "Mission" down in the Bowery. That was an outrageously good time. It was a funny place because when we walked in to the upstairs portion, it was literally a sea of Asians. Not a problem. I do not, however, go to Asian clubs for the most part. A tall blonde girl and her brazilian man don't exactly fit in. It's just like if you are a punk rocker and you walk into a cowboy bar. Same thing. But downstairs, it was a lot more our speed. Down there it was mostly black or white kids and a couple of stray Asians who would drift in occasionally from upstairs before drifting back up to their own domain. We danced and danced and danced and it was the best. Again, didn't get home until 5 a.m. This time we stopped at Gray's Papaya for grilled hotdogs. Mmmmm. Sunday slept until 1:30. I felt like a serious sloth, but that's okay.
We took a walk and the weather was BEAUTIFUL. We got bagels and coffee and spent the rest of the day being utterly lazy. I couldn't bring myself to sit at the computer and bang on my keyboard though. My brain was just not in that kind of working order. I'm still slightly recovering.
Posted by Maria at November 3, 2003 05:21 PMThat sounded like a great weekend. I think for a quick second I would have been "freaked out" with J on the stage and such, but....would have stayed..haha.
Posted by: sandy at November 4, 2003 09:17 AMYeah, we were freaked out for a second, but I think that was the point. To freak people out. So we just went with it and it was fun. ;o)
Posted by: Maria at November 4, 2003 01:09 PM