June 17, 2008
Fiesta Fiesta!
with friends at the PR fest |
Thursday I do this cute little hostess/model/smiling girl-dressed-as-a-referee gig for a huge benefit at a Soldier Field banquet hall, which allowed me not only to pose next to Mayor Daley, but whose paycheck also helped get me a lovely new Pioneer CDJ.
Friday at the Puerto Rican festival, House Music got to have one stage all to itself. And unlike the one hour allotted to me last year, this time they let Ron Carroll have the whole day with several of Chicago's finest DJs playing. The star of the show was Gantman, because once he started playing all that juking and booty popping music, all the kids (and they literally were kids) ran up to the stage. They then had a "footwork" contest, which was really an ass-jacking-sex-simulation contest that had me wide-eyed and disturbed, because none of the contestants could have been more than 15. (If I ever have a daughter she will be raised by nuns in India, certainly not participating in "footwork" competitions.)
With all that said, me and my friends had a good time. The turnout overall was a little lighter this year, and everyone looked like they were in Middle School. After the festival we have drinks at Moonshine, hit up the Silver Room anniversary party, go to Religion to pick up a late check and then end at a friend's House party. One of Rees' boys says a Spanish phrase to me where he "jokingly" calls me a bitch, and I should have gone with my instinct to backhand him.
Saturday was our "Strobelight Revival" party at KStarke Records, where Leonard Part Sixx and Rees spun. Now that was a blast! I ordered 2 massive boxes of pizza for the hungry guests and Kevin Starke provided a keg of beer and vodka. Luigi came along to get his party on, and the poor thing finally knocked out on the couch by 5am.
Sunday morning (with less than 2 hours sleep) I get up for my 5 hour dance rehearsal. I am hungover (or am I still drunk?) and in massive pain. I want to sleeeeeeeep. I somehow make it through the day, and in lieu of rest head to the Montrose dog beach. While Luigi is swimming and fetching tennis balls, I am making sure I don't step on the many piles of shit. Later that night Rees plays at Betty's, and I cannot get myself to stay in the DJ booth longer than 1 minute.
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