Shag Frenzy Tonight

Tonight at around midnight I'm going to head over to Sweet Janes if I'm not too drunk to take a look at The Automatic. If they're hot I'll see if they want to stay over tonight. Shag Frenzy is hosting the band from Wales, and while I hate to drag myself away from a good Evergreen party, Shag Frenzy is an excellent time, good music, and I like to see who's there. My only suggestion; perhaps change the name temporarily to Fag Frenzy and see if more gays show up. At left, a picture of Alice and I at last week's Frenzy taken from here.

THIS JUST IN: EVERGREEN PARTY TOMORROW NIGHT

A quick note just to relate this information: Josh Kelly and Pat Kennedy are celebrating their recent union as roommates this Friday night, 11ish, at the legendary Evergreen house. Dancing is virtually guaranteed and a good time likely. Its been too long since we partied at Evergreen, and I am looking forward to reliving several fond memories and blacked out non-memories. As far as I know, this house received its reputation when John Kane lived there several years ago and through such endearing events as "The end of the world party" and "Halloween, 2004." This was back when the art school still had an exceptionally attractive student body living in the neighborhood, Dan Nicely was as ubiquitous as the bums on the street, and John Kane was trying (in vain) to organize and mobilize Hartford's fuck-ups to get together and have a real good time tonight.
To make a long story short, there has been cool kids and a party in residence at the Evergreen ever since, helped in part by the bike messengers, and now represented by some of our favorites, PK, JK, and Party Ross.

"The Last Tremont Party Ever" party... TONIGHT!

Tonight we bid farewell to the Tremont house, residence of steadfast and persistent party-animals Alice, Dave, and Kristin. It has been the home of nearly every after party I can recall in the last year and the home of the last truly fabulous Art School party last May when Kristin debuted at Silpe Gallery (pictured). If you know what Tremont is, you are invited tonight to get sexual and dance with hot babes one more time. Party starts at at 10, goes all night. No 'tudes or vegetable oil, please.

Last night at Big Kahonies the production company formed by Lacey, Tiffany, and Brent threw the best Hump Party to date, pulling in at least 200 people, a lot of whom I've never seen before but was delighted to make their acquaintances. The P.A. system got real fucked up at one point, but luckily Pat and Dustin got her running again and the hits kept coming despite the minor setback. Chip proved that he isn't the most awkward kid on the planet and he can dance really well. He left us wondering where did this come from, and when can we see more? It soon became clear that breakers got to break, and poppers got to pop. Matthew has pictures up on his blog, "Circles and Squares." He has pictures from last week's party too and they're absolutely darling.

Short shorts contest; the Hump Party

Tomorrow night (Wednesday) Pat Kennedy is throwing another hump party at Big Kahonies. This one will be a short shorts contest. The winner gets a free bar tab. Last week was real fun with some stellar moves from complete strangers and so was the week before that so I am definitely going.
This past weekend at Shag Frenzy, every single hit I could ever imagine was played all night long. It was magical. DJ Johnny Strangler was sporting a thick handlebar mustache which no one really gets, but at around 1:30 he picked me up, twirled me, and threw me on the ground which is all I've ever wanted in a man. The delightful Kristina Newman-Scott showed up after hosting Chris Doyle's "50,000 beds" opening at Real Art Ways. At around 2 she told me that I had broken some girl's toe on the dance floor and she was bitching about it in the bathroom. Moments later said girl confronted me about it demanding an apology and I accidentally burned her with my cigarette. Half of the people at Sweet Janes showed up to the after party at Tremont, which got real messy when some inventive asshole poured canola oil on the kitchen floor and started slip slip sliding all across it until 4am at least. It will be a sad event when we absolutely rip shit apart for the "Last Tremont Party Ever" party on Thursday. Details to be announced HERE tomorrow.
Earlier in the evening, Lacey and I pre-partied at Alice's house among close friends, and I commented on how beautiful she looked in the white sack mini-dress she was wearing and she said she was recycling it from my "Summer Whites and Golds" party back in May celebrating Matthew's 21st birthday.
Before going to Alice's, Jamie and I made a stop at Barcelona to check up on Jeff Perez who is currently auditioning to be the resident DJ there. It was a nice step-up from the usual dive bar/crack dens Jamie and I usually drink in. We were absolutely charmed to see an old crush, Joe Santos, bartending but were mortified to pay $5 for Miller High Life. Regardless, Jeff spun sick beats and threw some D's on it before we carried on. Barcelona could be a good option for boring Friday nights even without dancing or a large crowd. It's better for a date whom you aren't yet ready to introduce to your shitty friends, and you feel like you could really seal a deal. DJ JPrez is going to help make that happen for you.

parties tomorrow, Santogold last night, um... SO GOOD.

There are many promising opportunities tomorrow for excessive libation and partying through the misery that is Hartford. In the afternoon I'm going to start the day off right toasting my publicist's graduation from college and her promotion at Rolling Stone. None of you are invited because its a private party. But after that I'm going to pass through a couple of house parties in Hartford before landing at Tremont for one of the last pre-game dance parties hosted by Alice, Uncle Dave, and Kristin at their current address. If you know what I mean by Tremont Street, then I imagine you're invited, say between 8 and 9. In the next few days I am planning to post a party photo retrospective celebrating the Tremont House legacy, perhaps Hartford's best party destination since, dare-I-say, Marshall Street. Tremont's theme tomorrow will be "sexy drink" which is a drink that was invented by Lacey and Brent.
At around 10pm I'm going to head over to Barcelona in West Hartford center with whoever I can fit into my car. Our boy Jeff Perez (pictured, center) is auditioning to be the new resident DJ at said establishment, and he would appreciate our support. Barcelona is an expensive restaurant tucked in back of the Toy Chest, but it's worth it because they have an extensive selection of liquors and boozes, and the roast duck is delicious - moist and tender.
At around 11 I imagine we'll leave Barcelona to go to Sweet Jane's downtown on Pratt Street where our favorite dance party Shag Frenzy goes on until 2. I don't have to say much about Shag Frenzy except that I have a feeling something really sexy is going to happen tomorrow night and it will probably involve flips, coke in the bathroom, near nudity, and petty name-calling. Derek and Sara play disco and dirty hipster trash. DRESS TO IMPRESS. FUCK.

Last night, Santogold was a really good time. Drinkin' and dancin' and carryin' on. She's a firecracker and she really likes Alice. Alice was wearing some ridiculous shit last night and broke it down fierce and fast. I distinctly remember Santi stealing glances at Al with the "oh shit" look of lust in her eye. Ellen Carey showed up wearing an excellent space-age sari get-up with piled platinum blonde hair. She told us to get a life, but then she asked Alice if she wanted to go for mani-pedis. The dancing ended at Real Art Ways way to early (waay) at 10, so Uncle Dave, Kristin, Al, Jaimie and I were hard-pressed and desperate to find somewhere to dance and get sexual. We ended up at the PourHouse where we danced with big black girls and the moron sexist bouncer kicked me off of a platform, but let Alice stay. Hartford party veteran Amber of Marshall Street fame showed up from Portland OR. We kissed, caught up, and bitched about various this's and that's.

There's nothing going on tonight, but Kristin and I are going to meet Amber at the Rockabilly Rumble in East Hartford. I imagine we're in store for some really excellent pompadours, but not much partying.

santogold COCKtail party

Tomorrow night, we're all going to see Santogold at Real Art Ways on Arbor Street. Miky Fabrega from Panama City (most underrated Latin American city) has his opening in the Real Room tomorrow night as well. I would get there early or ride a bike, because parking is a bitch. It's $10 unless you're me because I'm on a permanent guestlist. Brooklyn's Santogold is edgy, witty, stylish, sexual, black, and beautiful. Dancing: guaranteed. We have a longstanding date with Real Art Ways' Creative Cocktail Hour because it rarely disappoints for an interesting, informed, somewhat attractive crowd and all of our friends go. What's better yet, I just talked to a close friend employed at RAW who assures me that this is only the beginning of better DJs, more innovative music, hip-as-shit events at Hartford's only respectable alternative art venue.



Possible after party in New Britain, details to spread via word of mouth.

The Hump Party, Wednesday Night

Tomorrow night Pat Kennedy throws his weekly dance night, "The Hump Party" at Big Kahonies on Park Road in West Hartford. I've been three times and its really fun. Most of the Hartford regular party set go to dance to late 80's early 90's R&B, hip hop, and disco. We usually go at around 10:30, $2 Coronas all night. Pat Kennedy is a fantastic DJ whose taste and knowledge of the time period rarely disappoints.


The same cannot be said of the DJ at the Pig's Eye Pub on Asylum Ave, possibly the worst let-down in recent memory. The Pig's Eye used to be our regular spot on Friday nights, if nothing else was happening, because the DJ took requests, he played a lot of my favorite dance hits, and our girl Ashley was a bartender. Consensus was that even though Pig's Eye is clearly terrible, a critical mass of us could make it fun. It was like our community service. There have always been way too many dudes and slutty babes at Pig's Eye but it was tolerable because I could also expect to see a dance floor full of rad kids. I remember one night last Spring on a particularly good night; big Kyle lifted me up so I could give the chandelier a handjob and would have been kicked out if my expulsion didn't cause a near riot.
I went to the Pig's Eye this past Friday with two car-fulls of friends, and there was the usual crowd of oversized fuckless bros as far as the eye could see, but this time no dancing and no hits. When my best girl Alice requested some dancing from the DJ booth, she was rudely denied, almost as if the DJ had prepared for this exact scenario earlier at the Pig's Eye faculty meeting. She learned from the DJ that he "wasn't going to play anything off of 93.7, 95.7, 101.3, or 104.1 - only indie rock and alternative." Well thats strange, because we didn't hear any of that either. We heard a lot of Bon Jovi and Pearl Jam, two things that made us regret leaving the hellish house party we came from in hopes of actually dancing. I don't know who's to blame for this unfortunate policy change, perhaps Keith Rocheleau, the Pig's Eye's new manager.

Hey Dad

I just started this blog for three reasons:
1. To announce upcoming party info.
2. To log hard-nosed journalism devoted to party recap with gossip, hookup details, and style notes.
3. To complain publicly about all of the terribly wretched DJs, party planners, and club promoters in Hartford, Connecticut - the most desperate and backwards city in the world besides maybe Newark or Bridgeport.