weird run-ins

The other night Michael, LC, and myself were down at the Abbey and had a strange run-in. We were enjoying some delicious martinis when I noticed that the group directly next to us was made up of a former colleague and her click of friends.

This was not the part that made it strange, but rather when both LC and myself realized that we knew the male companion of the small group. My former colleague came over to our table and chatted for a bit once she realized that she knew me as well. It was at the point it dawned on me that the male within her posse was none other then our nude model from last semesters drawing class.

Now I am not a prude by any means, but there is a strange weirdness that happens when you spend days examining someones body, an almost fake sense of intimacy occurs. Needless to say when you run into this person in the real world that intimacy is striped and you just have deal with the fact that this person is a total stranger, yet you have seen them in their birthday suit. So, just to acknowledge the elephant in the room I addressed the fact that I didn't recognize him with so many layers on.

no cash cab but still fun

This past weekend my better half, LC, and I headed out to Fusion for a night of dancing and then greasy dinner food at the Kenmore. While the music selection at the club was slightly disappointing in comparison to last weekend, we did end up with our own personal concert on the way home.

After leaving the dinner we decided to call a cab, rather than walk from the Canal district back to the Abbey and were pleasantly surprised to get a serenade during our cab ride. The cab driver, who shall remain nameless, picked us up and after I inquired about the trumpet on the passenger seat began to pick it up and play an accompaniment to the jazz station he was listening to. The first song he played was "Mercy Mercy Mercy" which I sang along to. He was a really nice guy and did not even turn on the meter as we made our way to the Abbey. Just one of those random experiences in the world I guess.

just dance

This past weekend myself a few other went out to Fusion, a lounge/nightclub on water street. Considering the dismal state of night life in Worcester Fusion is a slight blimp of goodness on the radar. Granted we are talking about Worcester so thinks tend to be graded on a scale, but the aesthetics were decent and the music that was played was far superior than Blu Ultralounge.

Prior to heading over to Fusion, we checked out Club Red on Pleasant St. After paying a ridiculous cover charge and getting patted down because because I might have concealed a weapon up my bits or something the music was highly disappointing. I appreciated the attempt at cultivating a certain aesthetic, but the ratio or 40 something men to teenage girls was a little disconcerting. Needless to say we rolled out after half-hour later and headed to Fusion.

Here is some of the music I jammed to at Fusion:
Circus - Britney Spears
Single Ladies (Put Your Hands Up) - Beyoncé
Distrubia - Rhianna
Love Lockown - Kayne West
Show Me Love - Robin S.

Wacka Wacka

Last night Michael, Amie, Marsha and I went to Yucks 4 Bucks night at Hurricane O'Reilly's in Boston. Amie had won tickets from some radio station that was sponsoring the event. The premise was a bunch of armature comics do stand-up and the best one gets a cash prize of $1,000. We figured it could either be fun because the comics were good, but it could also be fun because the comics were tragic.

It turns out it was a little mix of both. The first comic of the night was actually really funny and so it seemed like we wouldn't spend the whole night heckling, but it soon turned tragic. I would say out of like 7 or 8 comics about 3 were actually funny. One comic, DJ Napkin, was hilarious doing comedic raps that were not at all corny. He was one of my favorites and was the second runner up. There were a few that tried to use music for a laugh but making a song dirty is just silly and not at all praise worthy.

I do think a few of the comics might have been funnier if I could actually hear them. One of the main problems was that the event was hosted at a bar, so a lot of people were more interested in getting their drink on then listening to some one's stand up act. Anyway, it was an interesting night out either way. Plus I enjoy any reason or excuse to go into Boston in general. Well, that is it for now folks. Salut :)

The DeCordova... Deux

Last Thursday night I attended the opening of the 2008 DeCordova Annual Exhibition. Marguerite White, an artist and Clark Professor was exhibiting her work and I was lucky enough to attend the opening.

Her piece Waterline (developmental drawing) was one of the highlights for me of the show. Her mix of vellum drawings, chalk, and silhouette creates a familiar yet almost fairytale like narrative and landscape, very reminiscent of Kara Walker.

"She sets us adrift in time by referencing historic imagery from the Rime of the Ancient Mariner while also calling attention to our current misgivings about harbors as sites of potential security threats. With a mix of images making up her narrative, White creates a space that is both fluid and disorienting, a place where you can become, even momentarily, lost on this continually shifting waterline." - Kate Dempsey, Koch Curatorial Fellow

Other artists that are worth going to take a look at are Mark Schoening, David Prifti, and Yana Payusova.

The DeCordova

... last night was so "Bonefest 06" more to come.

Ghetto Xanadu

Saturday night instead of heading out to über shady Blü, I went roller skating for the first time in years with Amiee, Marsha, and Mark. My attitude was pretty much set on hater mode and ready to get bored quickly, but to my surprise I actually had a decent time. Mainly I was excited that I didn't fall on my ass or crush some tiny pre-teen. The place was really ghetto, but it had a mirror ball so I cooped.

Our group caught the eye of the DJ, since we weren't regulars and we were way passed the age of 14. Amiee went on to flaunt our oldness even more when she requested some New Kids on the Block jam, which was totally shameful.

Afterwards we headed to my place and ordered food and played a game or two while I got a sufficient buzz with 3 screwdrivers and agreed to join them on a 3k doggy walk the next day.

The dog walk was interesting, especially the getting lost part, whatever it was some decent exercise. Well I need to head to bed since I have to get up early and finish my final exam for my World Order and Globalization class. Salut :)

Disco Inferno NOT!

Friday night, Michael, Amy, Marsha, and I all went out to Blü for their Studio 54 night. I was so looking forward to partying like it was 1975, but to my misfortune the era of glam, mirror balls, and multi-colored leisure suits were not to be found.

A Disco Inferno it was not, the flame was tepid at best. I hold the DJ fully responsible for this. Many a pop song have given praise to the DJ for saving lives and giving joy. DJ Mike Electra, who was spinning the tunes on Friday, was strangling that joy for me. Maybe, it was the fact that he was young, so there by unappreciative of the music that really helped pioneer electronica and dance pop, but when the dance floor is empty it might be time to hang up your head phones and let someone do the spinning.

Only three songs from the 70's was played that whole night. It made me wonder if Mike Electra even knew what Studio 54 was. Plus, when my friend Amy went up and requested Madonna's 4 Minutes, the DJ fulfilled her request, but with some botched up remix that was terrible and hard to dance to. The whole night was a bust for me, very disappointing and lack luster especially when compared to the White Party event. The only upside was watching some poor, tragic, drunk girl make a fool of herself on the dance floor. She was a second away from being in a Girls Gone Wild video. Either way Mike Electra blew hard core and should be banished from the booth for eternity. I mean how can you have a Studio 54 night without DISCO????