Posts tagged “nightlife”
Went out in the Castro last night and was reminded why I don't do that anymore. It was like a religious right fever dream of gay stereotypes. I know better than to generalize, but wow. Note to self: those are not my people.
Found my go-to SF club: DNA Lounge, run by a retired Netscape programmer who does it for love, not money. Perfect venue, great crowd dressed like extras from Hackers. Someone stole a tiny flashlight off my keyring but left my iPod. Small price for a brilliant night.
I went to Yuri's Night at NASA Ames, a science expo honoring Gagarin's first spaceflight that turns into a rave by midnight. Surreal highlights: a fake bureaucracy dome, unbaked "piazzas," and a busload of hot Stanford kids interning at Google.
Tonight is my last Popstarz before I leave the country. Come join me as I go out dancing one final time, claiming what's mine.
Going to Popstarz this week with some Yahoo coworkers. Who's in?
First proper free weekend in months. Highlights: Yahoo! UK's inaugural Hack Day, Popstarz, a spontaneous Cartoon Museum visit, funky dancing at Buttoned Down Disco, and a birthday pub lunch. My aching muscles confirm I'm no longer a teenager, but it was a great weekend.
Roller Disco is the greatest thing to happen to Thursday nights. I didn't get it until I tried it myself, but now I'm sold. So sold, in fact, that it's where I'm having my next birthday party.
Buttoned Down Disco is this Friday. Also, the 2006 Bloggies site already crashed. Next year, all ten of you are nominating me.
A memorial night for Simon Hobart at Popstarz drew hundreds of people, celebrity DJs (Brett Anderson, Brian Molko, Siouxsie Sioux, Kele Okereke), walls of written tributes, free drinks, and nearly £10k raised for charity. Exactly how he would have wanted it.
Four days left at my old job, and my new boss has already found this blog. Can't say where I'm going yet, but it's big and exciting. Also heading to the Popstarz reopening to pay proper respects to Simon.
Simon Hobart built spaces where people could be themselves, find community, and lose themselves in music and joy. That's not a small thing. The man who kept Popstarz open the night after 7/7, just because people needed somewhere to go, was genuinely great. He'll be missed.
My housemates T&J are DJing at Popstarz this Friday, 2-4am. Get there, bring everyone you know!
Day 4 in NYC: manicures (for M, not me, not yet), Central Park, a $750 coat that saved me $1750, cocktails at the Ritz with Jersey City views, Mexican food, and clubbing at a smoke-filled Miss Shapes. Also spotted Carson from Queer Eye at a bar whose liquor license had just been suspended.
Rough week has left me wanting to destroy things, so Friday night I'm putting on all my spiky black gear and moshing at the Mean Fiddler. Anyone in?
Went to Miss-Shapes. Decent night — Sandra played Push It again (why?), but redeemed herself with Goldfrapp. Cute guy in a white shirt who could dance. Left by 1.30, before last tube. Not sure why I'm even writing this down.
My housemates T&J are DJing at Miss-Shapes tonight, my boss just left, and I'm going clubbing on a Thursday. Currently reading Stephenson's System of the World and drinking Yazoo.
I love Buttoned Down Disco, where we celebrated M's birthday. Thanks to Housemate T for the tip.
Went clubbing in Shoreditch: survived a bongo-playing sadist, a skip fire, and a venue that was essentially a drug den with a dancefloor. The music made it worth it. Barely.
Won free Popstarz tickets again! Spending Friday moving house then heading out dancing regardless of how exhausted I am. Can't wait to finally find out how far Finsbury Park actually is.
Bars are loud, smoky, crowded hellholes with nowhere to sit. People tolerate them for cheap drinks, but I don't drink, so cheap drinks mean nothing to me. I'm done being nice about it. From now on, meet me at a cafe or a quiet restaurant, or don't meet me at all.
Been slacking on daily posts, but life's busy. Went to an OUT party with Moz last night, free bar plus low turnout meant everyone got very drunk. Good times. Check my linklog for that incredible VW Polo ad.
Almost missed my daily blogging resolution! M came to cook tonight so I was off the internet all evening. Only news: I won free Popstarz entry for the one week I'm not planning to go. Anyone want to be me on Friday?
Off to Oxfordshire for a party. Popstarz last night was fun but exhausting. Also: I'm moving to Finsbury Park on February 11th! Zone 2, baby. Poor future housemate J got hit by a flying bottle and ended up in casualty. I need sleep. Or Lucozade.
A great weekend of dancing at Popstarz, where I attract exclusively straight female admirers despite being in a gay club. Also, my family visited: lovely people, but together they still treat me like the baby of the family, and nothing I say gets taken seriously. Twenty-two years old and counting.
Life's hectic but good. Parents are in town, work is crazy, and I'll be at Noise tonight. Come say hi!
Went to Meta 9 (good but sweaty) and tried Body Jam, a dance aerobics class full of women and three gay men including me. Nearly killed myself, can barely move, kept going the wrong direction, and I'm absolutely going back next week.
A fantastic weekend: Popstarz, kebab life lessons, the camp movie CAMP, Danny's 21st, and the genuinely jaw-dropping ladies' loos at the Knights Templar. Also Heaven, giant ants, and an unexpected candlelit dinner with pole-dancing lesbian conversation. Highly recommend all of the above.
Crash was a three-hour musical orgasm that more than made up for Rainbows' disappointment. Perfect crowd density, great music, great company, and someone actually dragged me onto the dancefloor. School-dayz sounds terrible though. I'd rather drill through my eye and fill it with chilli powder than relive school.
Went full blue for Metamorphosis 8: hair, makeup, the works. Danced on an 8-foot podium, had the stage cleared for us, and Rik's set was phenomenal. Every penny and lost work hour was worth it.
Took Friday off and hit London: Popstarz (best club ever, designed exclusively for me), a Brazilian barbecue, failed Body Worlds visit, hotel room gossip, Regent's Park, and Covent Garden's underwhelming street theatre. A great weekend, even if returning to Winchester remains as depressing as ever.
A high-energy poem about living for the weekend. Drop the stress, hit the floor, and dance until dawn because Friday night freedom is fleeting and the beat is cheap. No excuses, no wimping out. Get up and move.
