Okay, so the primary purpose in our being here this week was to
relax away from the frenzied ambition of Manhattan, and that, for
us, meant not attending every single party just because they were
advertised in every gay rag this side of the Mississippi, and so,
therefore, the following is hardly, not by a long shot, a
comprehensive review of the week/end thus far.
Initially, we thought only about going to Egypt with Victor and
Jeffrey. But then, getting here on Saturday, and feeling all the
energy in the air and seeing all the boyz and galz -- well, it's
very hard to resist candy when it's being offered all around.
So we did Tracy at Billboardlive last night, and good thing we did.
Billboardlive has not been our favorite dive here on the Beach, and
mostly because the dance floor is shaped like a crescent moon and
about a dozen other silly caveats, but never mind those, because
last night was the most fun we've ever had there -- and truthfully,
we felt it had everything to do with Tracy, and her believers. Tracy
kept the floor packed.
And best of all, for us, Kitty and Power performed, together, doing
a rendition of Dee-Lite's "I Couldn't Dance With Another," Christmas
balls stacked atop their heads like multiple unicorns, and frippery
dripping and sequins sparkling, and the two of them moving in their
own inimitable way.
And apart from them, we saw all our other favorite locals, because
it seemed everyone came out, maybe because it was a prelude to
Crobar, or else because it was the Sunday party after Christmas, or
else because of Tracy, or maybe because some of the door's proceeds
were being donated to SoBe AIDS Project.
Whatever, it all worked and we've never danced so much at that
place, and it was thanks to Tracy.
And Nurse said so, too. She was there, bien sur, with Paulo, and she
gave us a rundown of every party she'd attended thus far (all of
them) and the deejays she'd spoken to (all of them) and the
performers who'd called her (all of them), and last we saw of her,
she was swinging her ass down 14th Street, wrapped in Paulo's loving
arms, and laughing and waving to all her fans on her way to Crobar.
More to come from her, to be sure.
In the meantime, the palm fronds are blowing, and truth be told,
we're in for the night, listening to Miles, and gearing up for King
Tut Victor tomorrow eve.
Oh, yeah, and the beach has been packed with beauty. What would be
the point of being anywhere else this week?
Which is not to say that other places don't have their virtues, but
only that we're very happy here.