Dance Yearnings, March Reality

My body ached. I was having another one of those mornings. I was grateful the gym had run out of towels. No towel. No shower. No sweaty cardio. Woohoo. Well, not necessarily in that order if you understand me… anyway, I set about a light workout. However, after a few exercises I wasn’t motivated, eventually finding myself sitting at the preacher bench, head propped.

mini me on my arm, Sword Fight by LES from Oscar G’s Made in Miami thrummed in my ears. Momentarily lost in the music, my mind wandered, wondering when the next opportunity to go clubbing would be.

“I wish I was going out this Friday,” whined an inner voice. Taken aback, I was stunned by the voice’s tone, petulant and childish. I hadn’t heard it in a long time. Yeah, I was one of those clubbers that obsessed about parties, annoyed and inconsolable if ever personal responsibilities and obligations had interfered with those activities.

Fortunately, I’d grown.

No, seriously. I have.

This Friday is Danny Tenaglia’s Birthday Bash…

at Crobar or THE Crobar as it’s referred to by some knuckle heads. It’s assured to be a blast. Danny always “brings it” for his birthday. I hadn’t missed his birthday dance in the past five years but as far as I was concerned, I was okay with passing this time. Subconsciously it seems, not so happy but no, this year I won’t be attending. dance evilbuddha will have to deal.

Much more important, meaningful and solemn things to do.

Saturday is the BF’s father’s birthday. We’re to have a memorial breakfast. Afterwards, we’ll drive out to the cemetery and pay our respects to the big guy. I’d mentioned my weekend plans to Robocub and my reasoning. He proffered another view that perhaps By going out, it would be a way of celebrating Big A’s life. Sigh. Robocub’s a good friend and an enabler. But Friday is still out.

Doesn’t mean I’ve ruled out the whole weekend. >:)



I’ve also made peace with the fact that I won’t be going to…



the Black Party, "The gay high holiday," a friend of Robocub’s called it. I’ve got a surprise 40th birthday party to attend that Sunday.

No, I’m not ready to have my gay card revoked just because I’m missing the BP.

/begin sarcasm/ The musical stylings of Peter Rauhofer and Offer Nissim weren’t enough to dissuade me from not going. /end sarcasm/

However, I’m saddened that I’ll miss the possibility of seeing Oliver again, half-nekkid in leather pants, glistening with sweat. WoW. As well as the opportunity to sit and chill with Joe.My.God in the later hours of the party. He opened my eyes to the joy and preciousness of the morning portion of the BP. He instilled an appreciation of where the BP had come from, some of the people/characters, disco music and the ceremony. I’m eternally grateful for that. I would've liked to hear Michael Fierman with JMG. There's plenty this club guy can learn from his disco queen.

Sigh.

Strangely, I was also giddy about dressing heavy. Funny, how I've changed over time.

But as they say, when a door closes, there’s a window open somewhere. >:) evil grin.

Here's some info for any parties interested in… err… parties, that don't want to do the clicky-clicky.

Black Party
The Saint at Large’s annual Rites descends into the Schwarzwald (that’s Black Forest, for you non-Germanic types). Special guest Buck Angel holds the enviable title of being the first female-to-male trans porn star.
Mar 25, Roseland Ballroom, 239 W 52nd St, saintatlarge.com.

Hamman <--- did I mention this? No I didn't. Nope, Can't do it either.
The Saint at Large keeps Black Party insanity going with this afterparty featuring Junior Vasquez.
Mar 26, Pacha, 618 W. 46 St, pachanyc.com.

Alegria: Xtreme 6
As if Black Party weekend weren’t already wild enough, Ric Sena’s sweaty dance floor favorite returns with what is usually one of the hottest nights of the year.
11pm Sun Mar 26 @ Crobar, 530 W 28th St, 212-629 -9000, alegriaevents.com.