Okay, so forget the normal weekend bullshit. Mirabar? Check. Dark Lady? Totally, who didn’t? It was a gorgeous weekend with weather warm enough to thaw the frozen vaginas of those stuffy gays we never see — so everyone was out, which is what we expect from everyone in the first place — but that’s another post.

The real party was at Therapy Saturday night with Robbie Rivera!

We’d been thinking about the night for weeks and weren’t sure if we’d make it or not. Therapy can be a real project sometimes what with pat-downs and $40 covers (only $25 pre-sale, bitches… get with it), and then you have to remember how to get past the crack dens and abandoned buildings in Olneyville to the warehouse building that’s pretty non-descript to begin with. But that didn’t stop us!

We showed up down there (on foot) around 2:30a to find an absolute mob scene. It was like a damn retail holiday rush — nobody seemed to know what was going on, they all just wanted to get inside. We made quick work of that, breezed through the downstairs (nobody was particularly interested in anyone spinning on the first floor) and could barely move once we got upstairs. Robbie Rivera was fabulous, completely dancable — anything but trancy and boring. We simply can’t complain — the place was slammed right up until we stumbled away at 5a.

This all caused us to drag serious ass when we showed up at State last night. We pretty much slept through Trannymania/Josh Duffy video premier party at Bravo, which was unhelpful because we were hungry. We’ve never seen a really packed night at Bravo, which says something because the place isn’t that big to begin with, and we heard that Sunday night was no different. Honestly, if you weren’t actually in the video (like so many people were), would anyone really be interested in going to see a new music video for a song we can barely remember by an artist we’ve only heard/seen once (in person, or on tv/internet/radio). Translation; trannies probably should have pushed their end of the event a little harder.

Anyway, State did not suffer from such issues — since everyone showed up! The Hampton Twins sent DJ AV8 outside for a smoking break about halfway through the night (although we don’t think he got all the way through a butt) so they could dazzle the crowd with “sick sounds and beats… twisting remixes to a level never heard before.”

We know we’d never heard anything quite like if before…