Happy Birthday Esther!

So it was Esther's birthday yesterday. Happy 5-0 Madge! So a small group of us joined the rest of the gays and went to Town to celebrate with a night we affectionately call, Madonna-rama! All Madge, all night, remixed to your hearts content. Superlawyer and MailMan came in from suburbia to join MuseumMan and I get into the groove at Town. It was amazing. Packed with all of the pretty people who I tried to ignore, I focused on the music and just had the best time. When I go out to clubs, I'm lucky if I know 2 or 3 of the songs. Especially with the gays into the techno-trance-house type music which is pretty much the perma-beat type stuff. So it's nice to actually know the songs, and then to know the words to the songs. Again, I just had a blast, thought I will say that towards the end I was starting to loose my voice.

Oh and apparently I'm not really old. According to Madge, even though she's 50, she's really onl 36? So if 40 is the new 30, then 50 is the new 36? Hmm, not sure I buy it.

Oh, and Happy Birthday Ricky.

MAL Part 2

Due to Blow Off, I was kind of tired on Sunday AM. My plans for gym and church kind of flew out the window and I didn't really recover until early afternoon. It must be that getting old thing I hear people complaining about. Anyways, I went back over to the host hotel to just hang out a bit. Despite the smoking ban (yea!) it was still very cruisy, even in the mid afternoon. But like Ptown, you need to cruise fast and close the deal quickly. Most gay men have the attention span of a gnat and with all of the visual stimulation walking aroud, the next great thing always seems to be just around the corner. I did see some people I knew and chatted with them for a bit. Then it was home for a disco nap in preparation for the Reaction Dance.

The Reaction Dance was at the 930 Club also, but the look and feel were completely different. While the Blow Off crowd was a happy mix of all sorts of people listening to the jamming rock/dance/pop tunes of Bob and Rich, the Reaction Dance drew a more darker crowd listening to the beats of DJ Warren Gluck. He's been on a couple of Atlantis cruises and I really liked it and last night was good. The club was packed with hot, half naked, men of all shapes and diszes with tatooes, shaved heads, and lots of fur. Sometimes the half naked as a good thing, and sometimes it wasn't. Actually, it usually wasn't, but let's not judge.

In the midst of the dancing, I recognized a song:

I lived a quiet life
a stranger to champagne
I never dared to venture out
to cities of the plain
I'd heard about their way of life
took it with a pinch of salt
The freedom and the time to play
a life so easy
it intrigued me
when you called to say:

"Are you gonna go
to the Sodom and Gomorrah Show?
It's got everything you need for your complete
entertainment and instruction
Sun, sex, sin, divine intervention,
death and destruction
The Sodom and Gomorrah show
is a once-in-a-lifetime production"

Needless to say I was getting my groove on to the Pet Shop Boys!! I can't find the official clip on YouTube, but here's a good mix:



With the help of a little Red Bull, I made it till 3AM. And that's when I realized that I was going to be a cripple today from dancing in my combat boots. Oh well, it's the price one must pay for fun.