November 20, 2007
Week's Roundup
92nd street host Face wiling out with Dajae and her sister |
I am vegetarian. I am eating a chicken wing. Why? |
Monday I watch The Godfather of Disco, a documentary on West End Records' Mel Cheren. It was very well done, and I couldn't believe that the only people from the House community that showed up were Lady D (she was in the movie), David Sabat and myself.
The rest of the week is more writing, magazine drop-offs and club-hopping. Friday evening I stop in to WCRX 88.1 for the Masters in the Mix show. It was a special night because they were celebrating 25 years, and show host Mr. Fabulous had a lot of the other old school hosts come in and talk. Then I'm off to more parties and drops, until I settle myself at Angie and Face's G-Spot party on 92nd Street. I knew the Louie Vega party at Zentra would be a madhouse so I stay safe and SOUTH. After that very fun time, we head on out to the regular afterhours spot on 71st Street and are treated very very well. The ceilings are like 5 feet, so you walk around with a constant hunch. I know I should go home, but then Andre Hatchett calls me up, we go and get his ass and drive over to Ms Linda Redd's house to drink and scream some more. By the time we get done partying and I am home, it is a gosh-darn 10 in the morning. Great. And I got so much shit to do.
Saturday evening my girl Erika's company puts on a dance and poetry show, of which I am the lovely mistress of ceremonies. I have 8 sheets of show notes and I'm praying I get all the acts and descriptions right. Luckily the show was sexual in content, so my usual potty mouth was very appropriate for the theme. I fucked up a couple of announcements but hey. I gave them my charming smile. After the show I go home and change, pretend to write an article, then head out to Lego's monthly party at Darkroom followed by Smart Bar. I get tipsy and do what any drunk girl does: start a fight. Happy weekend!
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November 13, 2007
A Night at Linda Redd's
me and Linda taking pictures of my poor drunken Rees at her house |
Friday evening I go check out my friend Osiris' play called "Defiance" at the Next Theater in Evanston, then in a wave of extreme fatigue went home and crashed for an ungodly 20 hours. Yes I did.
Saturday night after much catch-up work, we go to Da Basement party on 105th, and party with Angie, Face, Linda Redd and Joezana (hey girl!) Pumpin' John (one of the hosts/DJs of the party put on bartending duties) made his first Long Island via our sketchy recollection of what goes in it, and it was SUPER STRONG. I remember giving my boy Rees most of mine because it was so potent. By the end of the night the other host Philanderer had to "assist" (more like carry) Rees to my car, because he had downed what was probably close to 14 shots in under an hour. Linda offered for us to come over while he got some of the drunk out of him. We set his motionless body down on the couch and proceeded to yak away in the other room. Occasionally we would hear this loud THUMP!...run back into the living room and find him crashed onto the ground with his pants down. After taking pictures of him, we adjust his clothes and lay him back on the couch, go back into the kitchen, until we hear another THUMP! and have to do the whole damn thing over again.
Eventually Rees wakes up and joins Linda and I, and we find ourselves making an "Osama" salad, which consisted of dumping all the different kinds of chips in her pantry into a giant bowl and throwing tomato sauce over it. Eventually we get thirsty again, so on Sunday at 3pm, we go to the store to get more beverages. After many more hours we eventually run out of steam, and Rees and I crash in her couch while she sleeps in her bedroom. We wake up early Monday morning and fill our prune-like bodies with gallons of water. Rees has 3 mysterious bumps in his head and a very painful groin muscle (I think I recall Linda kicking him a few times to see if he was alive. She and I, good doctors we would not make.) We head home after a long party marathon and eat nutritious junk food.
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November 11, 2007
5 Magazine November Release Party and a Tirade from a Tired Editor
Daryl Pandy, Wayne Williams, Slugo and Farley |
November issue release party @ The Dating Game |
me and my girl with Parrish of the Groove Junkies @ Smart Bar |
On Sunday evening, we had our 5 Mag November issue release party at the Dating Game. It was Emanuel's night and he got Terry Hunter to guest DJ alongside him. My car was packed with traditional northside going heads, and they got to experience the Dating Game for the first time. A lot of heads came and showed love: Farley, Wayne Williams, Andre Hatchett, Robert Williams, Slugo, Gant-Man, Russoul, Unified Records, Chicago House Radio and more. Terry and Emanuel beat it and we all had a wonderful time.
Tuesday I interview The Sound Republic guys at June Bar for the December issue, then later help host Phatman's new House night at Club 720. Wednesday my man has a new residency at Wicker Park's Celebrity, then Thursday we hit up Visionz, Wax and see the always fabulous Groove Junkies at Smart Bar.
SIDE NOTE:
* I am still CONSTANTLY being approached by wack industry losers, HARASSING me as to "Why is my picture not in the magazine???" Like I intentionally kept their picture from being in it. (We pick what's best, what came out good, what's most appropriate at that time. ) One bartender that services me got all drunk and stupid and yelled at me for not putting his picture and BIO in the magazine!!! Can you believe that??? That's not to mention all the other people that are on my ass about their picture: bathroom attendants, valets, barbacks, local club whores and assorted other losers who think a picture in my magazine will somehow validate their pointless existence. GET OFF MY ASS.
People wanting to be on the cover will get a separate blog entry. Hey guys! Helpful hint! START YOUR OWN GODDAMN MAGAZINE AND LET THE POOR GIRL HAVE A DRINK! Jeez.
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November 6, 2007
My Filipino Award
Me sitting down in the center next to the lady in the Hawaiian headress! |
with Lito, my man and my cousin |
The big awards night was this past weekend. Friday evening there is a cocktail reception at the Philippine consulate with a massive buffet of Filipino food. My inner pig let loose its squeal and I ate 3 plates of home food while the ambassador of the Philippines gave a long speech I couldn't pay attention to. My 2 brothers from the east coast fly in and stay at nearby downtown hotels... they have taken time out of their very busy schedules to fly down here and support their sis, and that means a whole lot to me. Saturday night, the night for the Philippine Hall of Fame Awards Gala, we go to the ballroom of the downtown Hyatt Hotel: it is my brothers, my man, my play brother Lito, and my cousin and her husband. I unfortunately could not sit with them, as all the awardees sat in a long table onstage the whole night. Most of the awardees (if not all) were older than myself, and had accomplished many wonderful things in categories from science to business to politics and education, so it was a true honor to be amongst them. I received a beautiful glass trophy, which aside from the beauty of it it would make a great murder weapon. (Calm down.)
After the ceremony we all have a celebratory drink at my eldest brother's hotel, Hotel Sax. A former House of Blues Hotel, it is now completely redone like a gothic mansion, and we all had a great time drinking champagne and listening to horrible commercial B96 music. What a blessed night being with friends and loved ones :)
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November 4, 2007
Happy Halloween
Wednesday the 31st at 6:45pm me and my man hop on a 35 minute United Airlines flight to Indianapolis, as he is booked to play at a party there. I refused to go on a 3-hour drive, so he got the kind promoter to buy us plane tickets. He spun at this beautiful bar called UltraLounge filled with heavy girls, cool costumes and an asshole bartender I wanted to kill. Right next to hotel was a White Castle, and I gamely (is that a word) tried it for the very first time, praying I wouldn't be lovers with my toilet the next day. We ate the rat meat then crashed for 2 hours, jumped back on the plane, and headed back home like nothing happened. Thank God I spent Helloween away from Chicago, my moon cycle has been making me extra evil and cruel.
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