catch up
Okay, so it’s pretty clear that January 2010 has been one of the missing months in Bitchidence.com, days and days without new content — it’s a wonder you’ve survived so long. But it’s not because we don’t care — in fact, it’s because we care too much – sleeping all day, out all night, drinking and whatnot… it’s hard work! (really!)
Anyhow, let’s go back two weeks to the Martin Luther King Jr. long weekend. We had DJ AV8 over at State and were geared up for a fun night. Now lately the crowd at State on Sundays is young, hot and sexually ambiguous — which is great, a unique, fragile vibe generates — we don’t know if they’re gay or straight, loaded or broke; trying to hard, or not trying hard enough. The night was tense though because of how many people were packed into the place, so we called in some security — not really sure what was going to happen. Would they fight? Or break out into some mass-make-out continuum? Or one then the other? Meanwhile, Mirabar was having their second annual Red Party. Now we don’t know about you, but we think that if it’s Martin Luther King Jr. weekend, and you have to have some sort of colored party, you either throw a Black Party or you throw a White Party — it’s just common sense. Never ones to stir up talk or interest, Mirabar chose to ignore the national holiday altogether and choose an entirely arbitrary theme. Or maybe it was Chinese New Year or something? Anyway, did you get a look at the pics Jack took? Maybe it’s some light filter or something, but everyone in those pics look a hot ass mess! It’s like seeing the FOX news reporters on that HDTV at Downcity, just back the fuck up!
Things at GLO Bar continue to chug along, the bartenders are turning over faster than Suzie at Trannymania — mostly because of stupid shit. No, you can’t drink the entire time you’re behind the bar. No, you can’t give free drinks to all of your friends. Even Eagle bartender Zack bailed on GLO and got back together with MERI die-hard Gary, although we’re pretty that was just a ploy to keep Zack out of GLO. We see Gary every so often, and always get a cold, blank stare — very similar to the stare you get from a raccoon hiding in the fir trees when you get home at night and get out your car.
Friday night we caught up with Sabrina Blaze and barhopped around the city, Sabrina dressed in an outfit similar to her Cruella from the calendar party benefit. We see Sabrina often, but she made it a point to let us know that she’s not leaving Dark Lady karaoke Tuesdays to go to Downcity karaoke Mondays — since there have been bizarre stories about how drag queens can’t do two consecutive karaoke nights at two different places. Personally, we think karaoke at Downcity is a mistake — none of those Tuesday people are going to pay the drink prices at Downcity, and there’s no fucking free pizza waiting for them when they get there!
Saturday we sleazed around the city with Jenny Bomb Dome, and after Dark Lady, GLO and Mirabar, trucked down to Balloons for her complimentary bottle of poppers and a drastically over-priced bottle of Hennessey. We don’t normally get ripped off on our after-hours booze, but at least we know it when we do. So then we arrive at Therapy, Jenny distracting the bouncer at the door so that he doesn’t pat us down and find the bottle of Henney tucked in the small of our back. Once inside, things are gravy — although after too much Henney we gagged and threw up all over Jenny and Richie D’s back (fresh from House of Blues w/ Chris Harris). And not gross food vomit (we don’t eat, remember) — it was fit for second-hand consumption!
Sunday was fantastic at State, trannies bar dancing, more sexually ambiguous college students, etc. Our girl Ada slapped the shit out of one of the hot bar boys in the back kitchen for not responding to her text messages, and Chris Harris brought a copy of the front page of the day’s Providence Journal for Alex Tomasso to sign… work!
Coming up? State’s first year anniversary of our gay Sundays, a very special long weekend party in two weeks, a drag look-alike contest and more!






