It was Michelle's birthday celebration yesterday! We had a great time - I hope it wasn't just because it was a great group of people. We were at Studio Square, and it was mostly Michelle's friends as well as some of her co-workers, Mi Cariño and I, Analiz and Wilken. I had a blast dancing to some old school hip hop with Wilken, who like me, is into old hip hop steps. The place is pretty big and unfortunately cash only, but the few bits of food (read bar food) we ate, as well as the sangria, were really good.
The best part though, was being able to just simply walk back to Mi Cariño's place. It was a good, leisure walk, and we got to enjoy the fresh crisp air. Now, if only we could find a good gay club close to us in just that way.
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Sunday, January 29, 2012
Monday, March 28, 2011
Saturdays Rock Like This
A most interesting Saturday. First stopped by Union College to listen to some Theological Poetry and then have a good meal with friends. A subway ride later I was at Amsterdam Billiards where I met up with Ms. Greene. We spent an hour shooting pool.
Neither one of us is really good at it, but it was a good time. Once we were done there we walked to The Center to attend "Shameless! A women's dance party."
Although I've been to The Center before, this is the first time I attend a party. I have several observations about the night. Let's begin by something that I've also noticed at the RF Lounge: DJ sucked. Mind you, I left early, but I hate this stupid practice of having the "good" DJ be there after Midnight or whatever. Don't they know that Lesbians leave early?! In any case, during the hour and a half I was there, this person DJ'ing managed to massacre a gazillion songs, and insisted on scratching. The mic levels on their scratching were too high, and their skills weren't good anyway, so I suggest a lot more practice. I'm told that the music got better as the night progressed and after the Drag King show, which I unfortunately missed. But really - how hard is it to pay attention to the audience? Yes, I know you think that song is awesome and you want to sing along to it, but if you see the crowd pumping up to a song/genre, the first rule of DJ'ing is that you play something similar. If you're looking to change the genre, then you transition from song to song until you can seamlessly move from reggaeton to salsa, or whatever the hell you're going for. A scratched up version of Nirvana's Smell Like Teen Spirit? Does NOT belong on the dance floor. Not when people are dancing already.
Second thing I noticed about the night: women are cliquey. I'm dead serious y'all. The entire area consisted of small groups of women, ranging from 2's and 3's to sometimes even 6. They all circled around each other, danced with each other and once in a while one of their members looked around to see if they were interested on someone else. There were some lone ladies that stood against walls or danced by themselves, number after number. How's a single woman supposed to meet someone else!? And I ask this hypothetically since y'all know I'm very much taken. I tried to give advice to Ms. Greene, but half of the time I felt like I was blowing smoke, because really, I can count with two hands the times that I've been successful in getting some random girl at a club to dance with me. I'd be willing to stop by The Center and their parties if they got a better DJ and if their bartenders stop being stingy with the liquor.
The night was not lost however, since even though I did not wear heels or managed to make eye contact with anyone in the room I got to go home with one beautiful lady, so huzzah me!
Neither one of us is really good at it, but it was a good time. Once we were done there we walked to The Center to attend "Shameless! A women's dance party."
Although I've been to The Center before, this is the first time I attend a party. I have several observations about the night. Let's begin by something that I've also noticed at the RF Lounge: DJ sucked. Mind you, I left early, but I hate this stupid practice of having the "good" DJ be there after Midnight or whatever. Don't they know that Lesbians leave early?! In any case, during the hour and a half I was there, this person DJ'ing managed to massacre a gazillion songs, and insisted on scratching. The mic levels on their scratching were too high, and their skills weren't good anyway, so I suggest a lot more practice. I'm told that the music got better as the night progressed and after the Drag King show, which I unfortunately missed. But really - how hard is it to pay attention to the audience? Yes, I know you think that song is awesome and you want to sing along to it, but if you see the crowd pumping up to a song/genre, the first rule of DJ'ing is that you play something similar. If you're looking to change the genre, then you transition from song to song until you can seamlessly move from reggaeton to salsa, or whatever the hell you're going for. A scratched up version of Nirvana's Smell Like Teen Spirit? Does NOT belong on the dance floor. Not when people are dancing already.
Second thing I noticed about the night: women are cliquey. I'm dead serious y'all. The entire area consisted of small groups of women, ranging from 2's and 3's to sometimes even 6. They all circled around each other, danced with each other and once in a while one of their members looked around to see if they were interested on someone else. There were some lone ladies that stood against walls or danced by themselves, number after number. How's a single woman supposed to meet someone else!? And I ask this hypothetically since y'all know I'm very much taken. I tried to give advice to Ms. Greene, but half of the time I felt like I was blowing smoke, because really, I can count with two hands the times that I've been successful in getting some random girl at a club to dance with me. I'd be willing to stop by The Center and their parties if they got a better DJ and if their bartenders stop being stingy with the liquor.
The night was not lost however, since even though I did not wear heels or managed to make eye contact with anyone in the room I got to go home with one beautiful lady, so huzzah me!
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Where my lesbians at?
Returned from El Paso by 9pm, was in Manhattan's West Village by 10:30pm. Time to go out with my girls!
It was quite the interesting night, mostly because in a city as big as New York, with such a big lesbian population, it's still tough to decide where to hang out.
We began at The Cubbyhole (12th and W. 4th) a place that looks exactly the same year in and year out. Paper fishes hanging from the room, every corner quickly filled. The people have changed though - I noticed a lot more gay men in the house. Still, Cubbyhole is a no-dancing zone, so after a drink we decided to go dancing. We're your regular girls - not really into the party/night scene, and with CaddyShack gone, we decided to head towards Girl Nations, the night held at this bar/club in Midtown Manhattan.
After getting off of the cab, I said outloud that Nations was one of the steadiest Girl nights in NYC. And boy did I jinx the hell out of that one, because we walked in to find that the place was not just empty, (I mean like crazy empty) but that there were *gasp* obvious hetero men sitting at the bar. We approached one of the bartenders in a hurry only to be informed that Girl Nations had moved to the RF Lounge in the West Village.
Well then. After a free shot from the bartender (thanks lady!) we took yet another cab, this one downtown. (All our cab taking would make Carrie very very proud.) We're like, "RF Lounge, what's that?" only to realize that this is the new name of what used to be RubyFruit.
The RubyFruit at one point used the be the place where the "older lesbians" would hang out. Not this night! The place was packed, but it was still tiny tiny - and not many people seemed to be into dancing. I don't know if RF Lounge had a dancing license. But the girls didn't want to groove, and I don't blame them, the music wasn't so great.
So we finally "bite the bullet" and head to Henrietta Hudson's a couple of blocks down, resigned to dance to a couple of reggaeton songs and go home when we walk in and realize: 1) the place is not crazy packed, which: yay, and 2)the music is a bit more varied. A little reggaeton, yes, but also a bit of other things to round it out. We danced and danced and danced and at around 3am Steph found me a cab and I made it home back to Brooklyn.
Good times! But it makes me wonder, where do all the other lesbians go? There's a gazillion of them in NYC, and it feels like 3/4 of those love to party. How do they find where to be? Is there a network I should be plugged into, a Facebook page I should fan? Anyone knows the answer?
It was quite the interesting night, mostly because in a city as big as New York, with such a big lesbian population, it's still tough to decide where to hang out.
We began at The Cubbyhole (12th and W. 4th) a place that looks exactly the same year in and year out. Paper fishes hanging from the room, every corner quickly filled. The people have changed though - I noticed a lot more gay men in the house. Still, Cubbyhole is a no-dancing zone, so after a drink we decided to go dancing. We're your regular girls - not really into the party/night scene, and with CaddyShack gone, we decided to head towards Girl Nations, the night held at this bar/club in Midtown Manhattan.
After getting off of the cab, I said outloud that Nations was one of the steadiest Girl nights in NYC. And boy did I jinx the hell out of that one, because we walked in to find that the place was not just empty, (I mean like crazy empty) but that there were *gasp* obvious hetero men sitting at the bar. We approached one of the bartenders in a hurry only to be informed that Girl Nations had moved to the RF Lounge in the West Village.
Well then. After a free shot from the bartender (thanks lady!) we took yet another cab, this one downtown. (All our cab taking would make Carrie very very proud.) We're like, "RF Lounge, what's that?" only to realize that this is the new name of what used to be RubyFruit.
The RubyFruit at one point used the be the place where the "older lesbians" would hang out. Not this night! The place was packed, but it was still tiny tiny - and not many people seemed to be into dancing. I don't know if RF Lounge had a dancing license. But the girls didn't want to groove, and I don't blame them, the music wasn't so great.
So we finally "bite the bullet" and head to Henrietta Hudson's a couple of blocks down, resigned to dance to a couple of reggaeton songs and go home when we walk in and realize: 1) the place is not crazy packed, which: yay, and 2)the music is a bit more varied. A little reggaeton, yes, but also a bit of other things to round it out. We danced and danced and danced and at around 3am Steph found me a cab and I made it home back to Brooklyn.
Good times! But it makes me wonder, where do all the other lesbians go? There's a gazillion of them in NYC, and it feels like 3/4 of those love to party. How do they find where to be? Is there a network I should be plugged into, a Facebook page I should fan? Anyone knows the answer?
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Girl's Night
So Heather's in town! Perfect reason to get together, eat tons, dance some, drink some. We began the night at Gnocco's.
I got there a bit earlier than the rest, and so I sat outside to wait. While waiting I was roped into dogsitting for a bit... Puppy's name was Josie, and she seemed to be quite able to sense that I'm not much of a small dog lover. In the meantime mi Cariño arrived and we did some chatting while waiting for Heather and Steph.
Once everyone was there, we got to seat in the Garden out back, and the weather was perfect for it. We began to whet our appetite by toasting with some Prosecco, and it was perfectly fruitty. We liked it so much we soon decided to ditch the "by the glass" we had started with and asked for a bottle. Laura arrived and our party was complete. Steph chose our appetizer, which I think consisted of Burrata Cheese, cherry tomatoes, toasted italian, evoo and black pepper goodness.
Entree for me: Caserecce al Pesto. A very simple but quite mouth watering good plate - pasta with basil pesto, string beans and potatoes.
Dessert was Steph's favorite: Tiramisu.
It was all extremely good. We go to Gnocco's often because a good friend of Steph's works there, but the food really is worth the visit.
The rest of the night will be told mostly in pictures, some of them really blurry. First, there was Eastern Bloc.
Eastern Bloc held beautiful posters, plenty of pictures of penises, and an extremely amateur three way male pole dance. Then there was the Pyramid Club
Since it was Friday night, there was no DJ and they seemed to stick to their "only music from 1984" rule. We took a cab to what we thought was The Annex, but has now been renamed, The Doghouse.
Huge disappointment. Music's changed. Place was empty. We walked some more, this time close to Delancey Street until we hit Los Feliz. The place moonlights as a club/lounge, has three kinda tiny floors, serves as a Taqueria in the daytime.
Either the music was better there, or we were tipsy enough to enjoy ourselves regardless, because we stayed there for the remainder of the night. Good Times.
I got there a bit earlier than the rest, and so I sat outside to wait. While waiting I was roped into dogsitting for a bit... Puppy's name was Josie, and she seemed to be quite able to sense that I'm not much of a small dog lover. In the meantime mi Cariño arrived and we did some chatting while waiting for Heather and Steph.
Once everyone was there, we got to seat in the Garden out back, and the weather was perfect for it. We began to whet our appetite by toasting with some Prosecco, and it was perfectly fruitty. We liked it so much we soon decided to ditch the "by the glass" we had started with and asked for a bottle. Laura arrived and our party was complete. Steph chose our appetizer, which I think consisted of Burrata Cheese, cherry tomatoes, toasted italian, evoo and black pepper goodness.
Entree for me: Caserecce al Pesto. A very simple but quite mouth watering good plate - pasta with basil pesto, string beans and potatoes.
Dessert was Steph's favorite: Tiramisu.
It was all extremely good. We go to Gnocco's often because a good friend of Steph's works there, but the food really is worth the visit.
The rest of the night will be told mostly in pictures, some of them really blurry. First, there was Eastern Bloc.
Eastern Bloc held beautiful posters, plenty of pictures of penises, and an extremely amateur three way male pole dance. Then there was the Pyramid Club
Since it was Friday night, there was no DJ and they seemed to stick to their "only music from 1984" rule. We took a cab to what we thought was The Annex, but has now been renamed, The Doghouse.
Huge disappointment. Music's changed. Place was empty. We walked some more, this time close to Delancey Street until we hit Los Feliz. The place moonlights as a club/lounge, has three kinda tiny floors, serves as a Taqueria in the daytime.
Either the music was better there, or we were tipsy enough to enjoy ourselves regardless, because we stayed there for the remainder of the night. Good Times.
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