Look out bitches, we’ve found a new way to be invasive — with the most annoying and mysteriously difficult-to-use social networking site, Facebook!
You love it! And in time, we may even learn how to work it…
Normally we’d find it inappropriate (and boring) to write a story based on inter-office politics, but this one’s just too delicious to ignore.
Remember Energy club promoter (and faux Chris Harris Presents collaborator) extraordinaire, Tony “I’m Straight” McGill? Well, in effort to generate a little extra revenue, you’d think he’d resort to such self-serving tactics as shamelessly plugging his club nights on the radio, or in other bars and clubs — or maybe even sneaking flyers into Mirabar to try and steal a few ounces of fat from that cow… No, not Tony, he had other plans.
It seems that the DJ Pot Pie “roomMATE” has been helping himself to a $20 bill (or two/three) each night from the register at Energy’s door, leaving the difference to be made up by bouncer/doorman Chase — a lovely boy who furrows his brow when the register comes up short at the end of the night, but is forced nevertheless by Tony to eat the difference. Do you love it?
We would too, but wait… there’s more!
As it turns out, Providence Police (and likely the staties as well) have been in and out of Energy a lot lately. If we didn’t know any better, we’d insist that on account of Fattys’ issues next door, Energy was under scrutiny too on account of well, being next door. But there’s more to this — Energy has recently “hired” someone new to take over as “manager”, some meth-faced guy named Rob who has single-handedly attracted the close attention of local authorities. The same Rob that Chris Harris flat-out refused to be involved in a business arrangement with (concerning the same old Score/Mixx location that the owner of Energy is currently rehabbing). So if you drink under-age at Energy, make sure Tommy forces Chase to give you a bracelet at the door, and you have a good fake I.D.!
Speaking of drinking under-age, the recent police attention that new “manager” Rob has attracted has already claimed a victim. Our favorite Energy bartender, Roland, was questioned (and presumably ticketed, or something) for serving an under-age club-goer who had a wrist band qualifying him to drink at the bar.
Oddly, the only one finally doing their job at Energy is DJ Playboy Marco, who spent most of his night Sunday actually in the DJ booth — and it showed : )
Is this place more fucked up than a soup sandwich or what?
Regardless of even more snow falling last night, we were still on bitch-duty and managed to bang out another fun night; thanks in no small part to the traveling shit show that was Ms Kitty Litter. We love the old girl, but everywhere we looked last night from Mirabar to Dark Lady, there she was, knocking back drinks; the fun was definitely not limited to the stage.
Mirabar filled fast throughout the night (yawn), the dance floor, bars and bathrooms were all busy with sluts and creepers. Then Kitty, ever the DEA agent-in-training, notices seven (or so) people piling into one of the bathrooms at once, and blows the shit up. She empties the bathroom of offenders, and exits with a fist full of fake weave! Renegade, liquored-up, bathroom-patrolling drag queens, we love it!
Anyway, with nothing able to top the excitement of witnessing (sort of) such an assault, we retreated to Dark Lady, also decently busy, for last call. But our night-with-Kitty was not over yet. We all know she loves to perform, but with no time left in the night for a show, Kitty decided to MC for the rest of the night — chanting such delicious lines as “Shake it La Diva, shake it!; Shake it La Diva, shake it!”, and “AV8, he makes me masturbate”. We’ve also had the privilege of being asked by her whether or not we shave our balls…
Tell us, what has Kitty Litter said to you in the past?
In other news, weekly GLTB publication Divine Providence is “ceasing publication“. Providence struggles to care…
Don’t worry though, you can still get your weekly fill of non-issues and information you probably already know — but have no use for here!
Providence Mayor, David Cicilline‘s “boyfriend” Anthony making out with Corbin Fisher model Brent at Mirabar Wednesday night.
Talk amongst yourselves…
So the weather fucked Providence for another weekend, with even more snow falling and making it difficult to sleaze around in the manner to which we are accustomed.
Fortunately, the weather didn’t stop Broke Straight Boys from showing up down at Trixx, giving reason enough for Big Scotty to charge even more for cover (wait, strippers at Trixx that are broker and straighter than the ones there normally??) The trouble is, Broke Straight Boys is on a promo tour, meaning Trixx didn’t pay a dime for their appearance. I suppose shitty weather is what Scotty gets for attempting to make a profit for free. In stark contrast — Broke Straight Boys appeared the following night in Boston at Underbar for an event with Chris Harris, during which he charged no cover and offered open bar for an entire hour.
Anyway, the weekend also saw the (supposed) last Saturday night at Therapy under manager Jay. Therapy’s success last Halloween under the direction of Jeff Leclaire apparently has slung him into Jay’s spot, on which Bitchidence.com congratulates and wishes him the best of luck with!
Maybe now Therapy’s defunct website will get fixed!
We heard about this a while ago, but promptly forgot about it since we have no interest in heading to the one place arguably more ghetto (and definitely unpleasant) than Rhode Island: New Hampshire…
After leaving Miami years ago, with short stops in Providence and now Boston, Chris Harris finally heads to the one place ready to blow all other parties away forever! Announcing RIOT Thursdays at the Amber Room!
Wait, where?
Now I know what you’re thinking, Nashua? I mean, the snow, right? No! It’s more than snow, it’s… umm… kind of like Worcester, except further out of the way… Anyhow, screw Providance, this is Nashua.. umm… dance! Nashuadance!
And to add insult to injury, he’s hauling DJs Dena and our own Jeff Leclair to entertain the ice queens up there. For them, we might even go if it wasn’t going to take us four fucking hours (drinking) in the car to get there. Sigh.
In the past we’ve made it a point not to comment on the discussions taking place in the comment sections, mostly because this is our Bitchidence-dot-com, and we have no problem doing all the talking. That, and long strings of comments just never happened. But things change, shit’s getting live in them-there comment areas, and it deserves some attention (and thanks, of course — we totally love this class participation thing).
We also noticed that the longest discussions begin with the shortest posts, let’s take for example, our most recent (and only) “Quote of the Week“. This quote was real, and taken slightly out of context (for “effect”), but it’s resulted in the longest, most rapidly growing string of comments on Bitchidence.com to date. It’s no secret that Mirabar has a polarizing effect on people, its ultra-gay elitist attitude towards its patrons (and other local bar staff) has either alienated or gratified just about everyone who sets foot inside — that’s what makes it so much fun to write about.
It’s also clear that commenters have no problem making reference to specific, private people — which we have no problem with, we just won’t do it ourselves… anymore (see posts from like a year ago). We try to only talk shit about people who put themselves out there in the first place — bar staff, club owners, DJs, promoters, performers, drag queens, porn stars, public officials, karaoke singers, etc., all of whom we have the privilege (or disadvantage) of sharing our city with at night, the same people that make Bitchidence.com so much fun to read and write to begin with. If we wanted to talk about our friends, we have a Facebook account for that.
We also make little-to-no reference to drugs. Discussions like those can get people into trouble, and we need you bitches out spending money and getting sloppy in bars, not behind them. That said, we’ve actually enjoyed reading what you assholes have to say about Providence (and each other), so keep it up, we like it!
For the future, we’re thinking of starting a “Hot Mess of the Month” contest, to find the messiest partiers — who are really just screaming to be photographed and put on a local blog for public review. But you have to catch them in the act, or it’s no fun. We’re not sure of the legalities of something like that, but Providence never seems to be concerned with such formalities, so neither will we!
Too much?
So what did you bitches do for New Years?
Normally we’d try and hop around to as many bars as possible (like last year), but this New Years Eve we found ourselves at State, Alex Tomasso’s new effort in the location of the old Bar One. We’d never been into State before, since there’s no gay night or anything (Sundays coming in February, we understand), but we were surprised by what we found.
After being led over to our private area, the bar chick came over and made us drinks from the bottles we’d bought for the table. Kind of mod-retro styled, the bar only played the Style channel, which we found a little weird (although we heard that it was the only channel the bar was paying for at the time… ). This place made us reminded us of Miami the longer we hung around, which we liked, but in turn made us feel extremely bitchy — which we loved! Can’t wait for a gay night, this place needs a successful Sunday, Dark Lady we’re looking at you…
Anyway, after sloshing out of there we slid down to Therapy, where they were having the 10p-8a thing. For once it was cheap to get in. It’s also clear that the weather fucked up part of the night for everyone as well. How boring, right?
What did YOU do? Answer this poll! (check more than one box if you were a bar-hopping slut, or a lesbian)
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