Lets just
jump right in!
Friday night I went to the
Tribecca Grand to meet up with
Katie, Babs, and Lisa. While Barbara and Lisa were being dropped off somewhere that was not the T-Grand by their cabbie, me and Katie were waiting- in the rain- for the magical list to appear.
Frustrated, I hate waiting in line, (not because I think I'm too cool for school and everyone should bow down to the
fashion diva that I am, but because its obnoxious, esp when its raining. While I only got into Beatrice once before it was shut down (see I'm not
that cool), I was in love with their door policy- just like
Hedi says, you're either in our you're out. No waiting around to see if you're cool enough/love participating in new york night life endurance art) and getting rained on, I just decided that me and Katie would let ourselves into the hotel via the next door over, which is what we did.
The velvet rope girl/intern asked us for evidence of a stamp on hands. Which we didn't have, but we just walked around her and into the
Dossier party anyways. Basically we did what we always do and let ourselves into a party.
Before we walked in we went to the bathroom just to make sure the rain had properly destroyed my hair. Really there was no hope for me left, but Katie still looked cute. As did
Leigh Lezark, because she was there, being a normal girl, putting on makeup and chatting away with her pal.
Barbara and Lisa did not have the same door luck, but eventually made it in also and the four of us
bounced around the very well dressed, impossibly skinny, and
ambiously gay group of 20 and 30 somethings. The mix included
Kate Lanphear (!) who brushed up against Katie as I renewed my friendship with
Eddie!
Last year Eddie invited me (and I invited Katie) to a
party at the Tribecca Grand with the Misshapes, so it had come full circle. Also present was the ever fabulous
Krystal Simpson, wearing the worlds most coveted
gold boots. Barbara just about
peed herself.
While the party was fabu-
we wanted dancing. We also wanted to say good bye to a certain part of our lives. While we were once in love with
Ruff Club, it had become decidedly young, too crowded and not for us anymore, but seeing that Friday was its
last night ever, attending that shitshow was of the upmost importance.
We skipped the line (ugh, lines (yes I realize this makes me sound holier than thou)) and I gave my favorite bouncer,
Ro, a huge hug. I had meant to bring him flowers for being such a great guy over all this time, but strangely enough its hard to find flowers after midnight...
Ruff Club was fun for a few minutes, Katie and I had our
final photos taken by Felipe (
love) and danced around to an amazing block of music that included Fat Boy Slim. Can't ever go wrong with that kind of jam.
AND Kate Lanphear
followed us over there, with her amazing chunky silver necklace and world's coolest hair cut.
But overall it was still full of young children, which was appropriate. We said, let them have thier fun! Dance your hearts away kiddies!
We remember when, we loved it so as you do now, and now we're off to the mid-twenties jam spots. Hey
Cabin, hows it going?
So- despite the fact that I look all of 12 years old here, I'm sadppy (its like sad and happy at the same time- I'm inventing words, just you wait its going to catch on) to say these are our last Ruff Club photos. The end of an era, one whose time had come. Katie and I struck our usual pose just one last time.
We went to Ruff Club on Friday at the Annex. Alot of us went to the Annex. We danced alot, and drank some, as per usual. Sophia Lamar liked my tee shirt. I like her.
Since Felipe was out and about we took our own damn photos, thank you very much.
The Ruff Club knows how to throw a party. On Friday they threw one, as they always do, and DAYUM! I had no idea what I was getting myself into. We saw a drum kit being set up, but all that went through our minds was, lame, live music at a club. Oh, we were so so so wrong. Little did we know we would be surrounded by a mosh pit and crowd surfers. I didn't know anything about the Death Set before. Now I know, you're in for a ride, an amazing, sweaty, potentially dangerous ride. 
Chloe, visiting from Chicago, ran into the fabulous gent below. He was dressed to the nines, the tens, the elevens. We were in luv.
I thought Tradon looks like he is channeling ODB in this picture. Barbara didn't know who ODB was.
This is me, so amped about Brad Walsh's birthday at the Annex!!!!!!!!!
Singing his jam, it was a good jam.
Romy is also SO AMPED!
Sura and Isac, stunned by the jamz.
