So Friday night we do Dark Lady, Mirabar and Alley Cat — all pretty standard for a Friday, although DJ Richard Michael had already started his 3-night set and was already at work abusing the sound system. We caught Sabrina Blaze‘s show at Dark Lady, who was all dressed up straight from a bachelor party and explained that she had been hired as a joke — but didn’t care because she made $150 in ten minutes. We then asked where we could find said bachelor parties.

Saturday night was Honorable Discharge, the pre-Military Ball block party at Dark Lady — which started out innocently enough… This was the first event of the summer where you saw tons of people that you’d either hadn’t seen since last summer, or you’d never seen at all — which puzzles us. Anyway, in case you didn’t see him, DJ AV8 was outside up against the side of the fucking building — yeah, we looked for him too. The girls performing had to raise and lower CDs and beers up to him in a bucket on a string. We also ran into Jack, of JDHSphotos.com, who’s work we complimented before he asked bluntly who the fuck we were and when we planned on paying for the photos we sometimes use on Bitchidence.com. What a douche, right? We know things aren’t free and that people have to make a living somehow, but it’s not like we’re making big bucks writing Bitchidence.com, so it’s basically like us using his images on our Facebook, which everyone does anyway without thinking about it.

Anyhow, halfway through the night we ran over to Mirabar to see how All DJ Richard Michael All Weekend was going, and we found the place just about half full! Well, for a Saturday anyway. We just couldn’t believe that everyone had opted to hit up Dark Lady on a Saturday night instead. Could it have been the booming sound and live entertainment echoing across the street, or the cover charge going to benefit AIDS Care Ocean State? Or maybe it was inside DJ Tony Richards who (as much as it just kills us to say this) absolutely did not suck. In fact, he was good! So good that we advised him that night never to be seen promoting a night or heard talking about anything, ever again. And instead, just DJ.

We think he’ll do it!

Anyway, that night we were joined by Bomb Dome (of course) for after hours, and before we knew it, we had been talked into going to Sport’s Tap again at 6am. Inexplicably (and luckily) it was not open. And on our way back home, we started being followed very closely by this unmarked black Taurus, which we immediately thought was trying to pull us over. Well, it wasn’t a police vehicle, but they were trying to pull us over! And once they did, some crack-headed bitch and her latino son, mistaking us for their drug dealers, began shouting at us and asking if we were “the big man”. These people obviously did not know who they were looking for, but we were all pretty sure that it wasn’t us.