so friday was little kelly's bday celebration. to honor the occasion we headed over to the roxy to get some balls in our face.
i was totally flashing back to the 80s. first, with my little outfit with a jeans skirt and bangles exactly like the ones i used to have back in the day (was it a wednesday?). i know you know because you know you had one too--unless you weren't born yet. or 5. but anyway, so the show starts up and with all the choreographed dance moves, lip syncing and pelvic thrusting it took me a minute to realize it really wasnt 1989 and i wasn't at a new kids concert. though equally as cheesy and with about the same portion of young gay men (see for yourself here, maybe not at work.) but after 4 or 5 drinks the show seemed like, totally radical.
after the chippendales did their business and we all smelled of baby oil, the club converted back to a regular old nightclub and we no longer had to give the strippers dollars when they danced with us. but we also had to dance with other boys, who really should have been giving us dollars (or at least buying us drinks) but werent. i ended up going home early (around midnight) when on my final piddle break i noticed that the bathroom was moving on its own. the rest of the night i spent getting intimate with the porcelain prince, but it was worth it.
