I Like The Nightlife, I Got To Boogie

Friday night I went by my parents house to raid the refridgerator and watch Lost on their DVR and somehow I ended up getting conned into going to eat with my mother and seeing a movie. I wanted to see Pan's Labyrinth, she wanted to see Because I Said You So. She paid for my shrimp, so I let her win.

So, the movie is about a mother trying to find her daughter a husband.

The entire movie my mother did that annoying thing where when something that she thinks we both can relate to something that happens she'll turn her head and watch me for my reaction.
God I hate that.

So, of course, when we leave she asks me when I plan on settling down. Like it's a choice.

Anyway, I needed to get out of there so bad that I went ahead and took a six pack over to the Decleyre House and stood in the corner alone and watched the bands. Man, am I old. I barely knew one person in the place. The best part of the evening happened when I went to the bathroom and there was a line and the 20 year old dude in front looked at me and goes, "Are you Rachelandthecity?"

"Why, yes, I am, and that means I get to go next!" And then I swooped in front of him as the next person came out of the bathroom.

I went to see Jump Back Jake, but by the time I realized they weren't going to play until 1 AM I was over it an went back to midtown to Drue's house. Paul Taylor was there hanging out and I couldn't talk anyone into going out, but of course, it just turned into a party in Drue's kitchen as more and more people called to see what we were doing. I text messaged with the rock star all night, thinking, maybe he would come hang out - but he never showed up.

Saturday night I got to go see an incredibly memorable show at Otherlands with Blair Combest. He's pretty much the hands down best singer songwriter in town, if you ask me. He was having a little trouble getting into it on stage, so he just unplugged and came and sat at the table in front of mine and did an accoustic show. It was very touching and very funny.

Afterwards we went downtown to some swank party that J-dread was dj'ing. It was in this awesome loft down the street from The Arcade.

Now here's the difference between rich people and not-so-rich people. The party was in a beautiful place, with an awesome dj, tons of food, and endless wine and a keg. In midtown, that place would have been wiped clean before the party was over. I can't count hoaw many times I've been at a midtown house party at 3 AM when everyone starts scavenging for a drink. Instead, around 12:30 most of the people at this party were headed to Raiford's. Sorry, hate to play the cred card, but seriously, Raiford's was cool when I went there in '96, it was free and you got to watch the crackwhores dance with each other. Now soccer mom's and lawyers pay 10 bucks to go in and get down to some Prince - "It's Saturday night, we are gonna parteeeeeeeeeee!"

Oh, yeah, there were at least three dudes there with their "dick in a box." I wonder if they felt as lame as a woman feels when another girl shows up in the same outfit.

Anyway, we helped Jason pack up his stuff and headed to Dish, well, the rest of the crew headed to Dish, I headed to the Deli.

Anyway - blah blah blah yada yada yada...

Oh wait, the other really funny thing that happened was I ended up talking to this drug dealer about whether or not people should spank they kids. He was defending it really passionately. Then he said, "My daddy use to whoop my ass when I did wrong, and look at me, I turned out fine!"

I have never in my life wanted so badly for their to be a camera that I could turn and look at with a bewildered look on my face as in the background the audience heard - whua wha....

whatever.