After sleeping for 10 hours I still feel like total crap. All my work for the March issue is done, so why not sleep some more? I say to myself hell no I ain't going out! No way!!! And then I dress up and go out. But just for a little bit. Me and Lits go to hear Eric Kupper of Hedkandi (which is now the Tokyo Project) at Enclave, and we couldn't get out of there fast enough. I'm sorry, but I just cannot get down with that kind of crowd. It was like being in Le Passage: Oily guys with expensive Italian shirts, fake bitches with fake boobs/pointy shoes/tampon-sized purses, bad vibes, and just this aura of hook up hook up hook up. I love Eric the promoter, but our souls were dying. "Afterset at Moda!" says the bubbly door girl, and I feign excitement at being given a free pass.

We then go to Zentra and that is when it all goes downhill. I start pounding shots of Bacardi 151 in celebration of getting through a very hard week. When I wake up the next morning with zero memory, I call Lito to tell me what happened. In summary: me and one of my girls (not pictured) started making out all night anywhere and everywhere, and Lito and Colin had to keep separating us. But being the perverts that they were, they tried taking pictures with their phones ("Damn! There's not enough light!!") Then us 4 went to my house, and after more girl on girl action, my glamorous self got sick. (a Girls Gone Wild moment.) So Lito puts me in bed, and my 2 dogs get into a serious fight. When I wake up and see Luigi my dog limping and all tore up, I try to pick him up and in his pain he bites me in my eye. (My eye looks like a blue golf ball now.) I rush him to the animal ER and they proceed to pump him with IV, narcotics and anesthesia. He is completely messed up and traumatized and I want to cry. The bill comes out to $600. To top it all off, I am told that I need to go to the ER and get a tetanus shot for the bite in my eye. But after that vet bill, I'd rather die of poisoning than rack up more charges.

I think I will stay in for the next few nights. Luigi, the real man in my life, needs me.

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:: posted feb 28 by czarina mirani in blog

Thursday morning I have to run another dance rehearsal, and I am going insane with sleep deprivation. 2 days of no sleep. Afterwards me and Lito go to an art exhibit at the University of Chicago and meet up with another house dancer. The 3 of us have to dance in front of these snow sculptures while a dj plays. We draw a crowd while we dance in front of snow mountains and pine trees. The dj is playing the most horrible and tacky electro, and we're trying to work with it. Do we house, lock, break, wack, pop, make up some raver shit?

Later me and Lits check out the new house night in the vip room of Buddha lounge. Before we even make it to the back room, I nearly get into 2 fights. "I told you I hate this place" Lito warns me. I used to go to Buddha back in the day, but I don't remember that many jerks. We then go to Smart Bar to hear Marques Wyatt and suddenly the world is okay. I LOVE this man. Every song he played made me dance. "Maybe we can kidnap him so he can play in Chicago all the time" I tell Lito. I wish.

I go to bed and sleep.

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:: posted feb 26 by czarina mirani in blog

Long long looooong day. After a 4 hour dance rehearsal Tuesday night, I had to stay up and finish all the last minute mag stuff. My sleep schedule makes me go to bed at 7am now, so when I have to be at the photo studio by 9:30am, I am in pain. Myself and Antone the photographer are shooting Steve "Silk" Hurley for the cover of the March issue. We then head out to Mark Grant's studio and take pictures of him as well. Both men are extremely kind, classy and humble. There are no airs about them and they are fine as hell. By 3pm when we are done with the shoots I am about to pass out from exhaustion. I then go to a heated meeting for chicagohouseradio.com, and then run to a 3 hour dance rehearsal for the Zentra party on March 10th. My arms and legs come off.

Why I go to Wet that night I have no idea. At closing we have to go and rescue steroid stripper man, who apparently got into a fight with someone at Hydrate. He had to take off before the cops got there (because his record isn't that clean) and in the process loses his wallet. Me and Lits are constantly babysitting this behemoth. My blessed sleep did not come, because we go over his house and stay up all night/morning. Stripper proceeds to call 3 of his "hoes" in front of us and starts ordering them to get up and come to his house. The way he talks to them is so demeaning and shocking that I thought he was roleplaying. Forty minutes later when each one is ready to come over, he tells them they took too long and hangs up on them. "See? I don't treat you like that. I treat you with respect," he says to me. I roll my eyes, give him a kiss on the cheek, and tell Lito that we have to go. Although this man may be an example to the extreme, this is the reason I have no more boy toys. Because no matter how you break it down, they are all full of shit.

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:: posted feb 24 by czarina mirani in blog

Thursday night after choreographing a dance I get a call and do some last minute bad girl shit. Friday me and Lits go to Zentra to hear Miguel Migs and bring steroid stripper man with us. We are constantly watching over him to make sure no fights break out, because he is one big ball of anger. We get a hookah and mad dudes start asking us if they can suck on the pipe, and of course the angry stripper wasn't having no one else suck his pipe. Well except me. And that's cause I paid for the damn thing. Later on him and Lito run around the White Hen pantry on the north side while I chill in the car, and they are literally in there for 45 minutes buying every kind of food imaginable. Then stripper man whips his manhood out in front of the window to entertain me and I'm praying we don't get arrested. "Put your wingwang back in, you retard!" I yell.

Saturday Lits and I go to a friend's very scholastic Univ. of Chicago party, and we are shocked at how respectable everyone is. We're so used to hanging out with degenerates and crazies that the normalcy is making me nervous. We then go to the Generator and hang out with Dana Powell, and finally go to Zentra. Lo and behold the ex that I have managed to hide from for 2 months shows up and is puppy-dogging me hardcore. He looks really cute and sad, and I wanted to pet him, but then I had to remind myself that he used to be my boyfriend and not my dog. (And yes I will take the high road and refrain from going there with that last statement.) To end the night we go to an afterset at F212 and talk dance talk. Must remember to bring shades so I can keep that dracula vibe when the sun comes out.

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:: posted feb 20 by czarina mirani in blog