March 31, 2006
Miami 2006
Wednesday:
My dumb ass decided to go out and party Tuesday night so I got no sleep. A couple of friends came over after the club and we talked until it was time for my flight. I get in to the Hotel Riande Continental on 18th and Collins in the afternoon. After checking in I crash until midnight to a phone blowing up with Chicago heads ready to party. I wake up sick and weak, but drag myself anyway to the Large Records party at the SoBe. I see tons of people I know. Roy Davis Jr. is beating the tables, and I park my sick butt on top of a speaker to enjoy the music. An obviously tripping and hallucinating English guy is all up on my grill inspecting it, occasionally mumbling a half word. I half humor him and half try to freak him out by staring at him really hard. He backs up whenever I do this and I wonder if this is what my life has come down to. There is a cute little dance circle going, and XL does his little headstand-while-humping-his-butt move that confuses those that don't live in Chicago.
Thursday:
My phone is bursting with text messages and voicemails from heads looking to connect, and I'm doing the same to their phones. Everyone runs into everyone on the street and it's one big happy party. I see Judge (Frankie Knuckles' right hand man) whom I love dearly. He gives me 4 passes to Frankie's new label (Noise Records) release party at Shine. It starts raining cats and dogs and everyone does the flip flop splash. Me and a couple of friends do an afternoon New York party at Jazid, then later that night I go with David Sabat of ChicagoSoundSource.com and drummer Louie Louie to Frankie Knuckles' party. Louie tells me a story of how he put his new asshole chihuahua and poor old blind chihuahua inside a cage one day and the younger one beats up and kills the older one. I thank him for brightening up my day.
We then float to Blu, and finally the Traxsource/Soulfuric party at Karma. The doorguy recognizes my mug from the mag and lets me bring in all 8 of us. I am still sick, so I'm getting worn out. Jask is spinning Chicago house music, and very well at that. Every party has incredible music. My wallet is bursting at the seams with new business cards so contact-wise I'm doing what I came here for, but my fever is getting worse. I look around and there's no one to flirt with. I go back home and sleep.
Friday:
It's unseasonably cold in Miami, so no tanning for me. People were actually busting out the sweaters and jackets that's how cold it was getting. The only other negative is that spring bling or whatever is going on at the same time, so along with your dance music aficionados you have a bunch of screeching college kids. The main roads are jammed and there is no way in hell you can catch a cab to save your life. So if trying to hit up several parties in one day and walking ten to twenty minutes at a time while wearing slutty heels is your thing, go for it. My feet never hurt this much, not even when I would walked 10 miles a day on New York's pavements.
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I start off with the Masters at Work party on the beach, and they are doing a live jam session with Louie Vega on drums and Kenny Dope on guitar. Later on I check out the Unified Records at Tantra followed by the Got Soul party at Rain. Georgie Porgie is next to me while we haggle at the door (I guess talking your way in for free is not that hard, but you do have to be pushy with some of the harder headed doorguys.) There are vocalists everywhere, randomly getting up to sing. All those songs we hear at the clubs, we heard a bunch of them live at various parties. Truly amazing.
Saturday:
After raiding every store in South Beach, I head to the GrooveParlor party at the Cafeteria. It's only afternoon, but it feels like night already. I hear Marquess Wyatt and Mark Grant spin along with more live vocal performances. 6pm and I'm already drunk. Boys boys boys everywhere...boys who like house music! Can there be a better heaven than this?? I meet a local Miami promoter and he buys dinner for me, a half-filipino DJ (I'm half filipino too), and my girl Jessica Jane. I do my usual Czarina game of challenging folks to pounding shots, and by the time we get to my hotel room the Miami promoter is drunker then a passed out bag lady. After much drama of getting him in a cab and hoping he doesn't get raped, we all 3 just chill. So far I've gotten 2 expensive dinners and a foot massage...shit I definitely don't get in Chi.
Later I head to Jazid and hear some of the 3 Degrees folks spin. People keep trying to kick it with me 24/7 and I want to scream. I need my space, can you back off for a second?? Aaargh. When I travel I'm an independent bitch, so don't be trying to hang out with me every single minute. I like to shop and eat solo. I'll see you at the party, peace.
I had made plans to party with my cute female stripper friend from Club Madonna. She used to service me and my ex-boyfriends whenever we went to Miami. This time she was going to take me to Space from 6am to whenever, but I was just too exhausted. It broke my heart that I had to blow off the one person I really wanted to hang with.
Sunday:
I am hosting 2 parties today, and have to run around with my hot pink broken-wheel suitcase filled with magazines and my banner. The ChicagoSoundSource afternoon party was one of the best parties ever! Every DJ beat it and XL pumped up Chicago big time. My faith is house music is restored. Fast Eddie is sitting next to me wearing a shirt that says his name. That seems to be the thing in the conference: wear a shirt with you name on it.
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Later that night is the Unified Records party with Mr. A.L.I. and Peven Everett's bands playing. It is super duper crowded and loud, but in a good way. The cute-but-not-my-type bartender gives me shots the size of 7-11 big gulps so I'm having a good old time. Around 4am me, David Sabat and Indiana Chris cab it to Rain to catch the tail end of another party. I didn't realize Boston had a house scene, but based on the DJs I've heard they've got some real talent up there. I see a DJ boy I like, but I'm mad so I ignore him. He tries very hard to engage me in conversation, and I ignore him even more. I can be so mean to guys I like...it's how I show I care.
But then again I'm mean to guys I can't stand, so there really was no point to that last comment.
My new phone is broken!!!! Aaaaaahhhhh!!! My cute little razor phone with the pink burberry sticker fell out my pocket the other day, and though it was working post-fall, it is slowly and surely dying. I shake it, hit it, caress it, plead with it to please keep working. It doesn't listen to me. "Son of a bitch! I need my phone!!" I wail. How can I be out of town and not have a phone?? And what if I get booty calls and booty texts?? This is disastrous!
Monday:
My last day in Miami. I want to stay!!! People back home ask me if I miss them, and I silently think "hell no!" That's why I love vacations, I never miss or long for anyone. And so far all the Chicago folks are here, a lot of them staying at my hotel (Craig Loftis, Kenny Ray, Eric Williams of the Silver Room, Cordell Johnson, JMJ, Leonard Part Sixx, Souledup.com from England, and a whole bunch of others.) At night I go to the Phuture Soul party, the Purple Music party at the Delano, and last but definitely not least was the famous New York Shelter party at Shine. I love going to Shelter in New York, and the vibe was totally the same, only magnified by a thousand. This was probably the best party for me,
and it was packed! Timmy Regisford had everyone in a cult like trance. I was so drunk and happy I actually danced in the circle, although my non-bra-wearing ass got in trouble a couple of times when I did floor moves. ("woops...one of my girls just said hi...")
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Me and my friends stay till the very end (5am), and I go back to my hotel to catch a few hours sleep before heading out to the airport. I have about 35 new mix cds from the conference and use 3 of them to put me to sleep.
By the end of this trip everyone is depleted, hungover and hoarse. But all with a big smile on their faces. I for the *most part* behaved myself. In fact by Czarina standards, I was a damn good girl! Kind of.
Goodbye Miami, I had the best time ever.
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March 21, 2006
No Sleep
Interviewed Paul Johnson the other day and am utterly charmed by him.
Went out to Zentra Friday and Saturday, had afterhours parties after both nights way into the afternoon and have had no sleep. None. My back hurts, my mouth is dry and I have a permanent limp.
I am talking to my boytoys again just to be kind. Call me Mother Theresa.
Must finish up the April issue... laundry, pack, blah blah blah. I am bringing 9 bikinis with me. In fact I will ride the plane in a bikini. I'm so excited.
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March 17, 2006
Debauchery
Doug and I taped this week's radio show.
I have been partying waaaay too much. I know, big surprise. But I just realized that I'm heading out to Miami next week for the Winter Music Conference, so I must tame the debauchery and save some badness for then.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday - same old same old. Same clubs, different afterhours, same bs. I cannot wait to be in Miami. Who cares about all the parties... I just want to lay out in my little bikini, get my tan and a strong ass piña colada, and buy all the slutty dresses they have.
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March 13, 2006
Weekend Round-Up
Friday night the Jesse Saunders bday party was off the hook! This time there was only minimal drama, and the performance went smoothly. I want to smack the shit out of that one WWF-looking bouncer who keeps trying to dictate when we go on and what to do. Jesse is forever a sweetheart, so is Alan King. Tons of my old school dancers came through, and it was all love.
Afterparty at my house... when everyone finally leaves me and my girl Boogie stay up 'til noon talking girl talk. We agreed that we really need boyfriends who can tame us.
Speaking of which, an ex-boytoy who is desperately trying to get me back said "I Love You" the other day. Hah? Wha? I pretended not to hear him and now have to deal with his nonstop phone calls.
Later that Saturday night me, Boogie and Lito check out Mr. A.L.I. and Peven at the Hothouse. We then go and rescue steroid stripper man (again) from some crazy girl he no longer likes and all go to Smart Bar. Then he says "I Love You" to me, and I try not to throw up my long island. Why is is when you try to throw something away it says I Love You?
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March 9, 2006
Dance, Music, Etc
Tuesday night my group has another rehearsal for the Jesse Saunders party this Friday at Zentra. I then meet up with everyone to go to Four and I am amazed by the music. Some chubby white guy was spinning the sexiest house that I almost proposed to him.
Wednesday is the Dating Game and Wet. At the end of the night I had Lito take my car while I handled business, and our good tranny friend begged him to take her home. She offered to service the space between his legs, and I automatically tuned them out. If there are any blowjobs in my car, I don't want to know about it.
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March 7, 2006
I Love My Daddy
I love my daddy.
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March 6, 2006
Crackhead Chic
Friday night, the waxing moon, my number 5, all the elements of the party goddess Oshun of whom I most identify with. And sure enough today my phone has been ringing nonstop with old and new admirers alike. When you look at them collectively their worth gets watered down.
We start the night off at Big House then Zentra. Me and a whole gangload of friends party at my boy Flynt's studio till noon. He takes pictures of all of us so now we have our own personal portfolios. The look is "crackhead chic."
Saturday night we do the same thing all over again. Only this time the afterhours is at an empty office maze. A new boy is clouding my mind. Just counting the days till he gets on all fours and becomes the canine that most are.
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March 4, 2006
Uneventful Nights
For the past several days I've been taking care of Luigi, who is milking this last incident for all he's got. He's got the traumatized look down pat, and refuses to eat anything except treats. Doug and I taped the latest installment of the radio show. Me and Lits went out Mon, Tues, Wed and Thursday to what were in essence uneventful nights. Sort of. What rhymes with tex mex and is bad for you?
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