The D List Two Year Anniversary Party was last night, and this morning I can't seem to get out of bed. There was dancing. There was alcohol. There was one of those massive Hollywood-style searchlights outside of the venue that was bright enough to be seen from Yelm. Oy. So in lieu of a coherent beginning-to-end narrative of my night, I'll provide you with some highlights.
Statistics
Number of stretch limos outside Jonas Jensen Fremont Studios: 2
Number of "What Would Jesus Do" bracelets spotted by me while in line at the bar: 1
Number of members of the band LMFAO and their entourage who were wearing shirts with LMFAO lyrics on them while on stage: 5
Number of times Lady Gaga was played during Sam Ronson's set: I lost count after 3
Number of local burlesque celebrities spotted dancing on stage: 2 (Fuschia Foxxx and Honeysuckle Hype)
Number of people involved in the fistfight outside around 1:40am: 3 throwing punches, 12 or so rubbernecking
Best Quotes
Blonde about to put her stillettos back on: "Beauty is pain— you've just gotta fight through it."

Me to the guy on the right in this photo: Are you one of the sponsors of the event?
Guy on the right, in the VIP area: Bouncers? Hell no I'm not a bouncer!
Me: No, I just mean, are you one of the event sponsors or promoters?
Guy: Oh. No. I just make a lot of money.
Highlights of the Night
1. Samantha Ronson seems genuinely nice and unassuming. 
2. Her set, if a bit frenetic, was undeniably fun.
3. Two strong vodka Red Bulls and two bottles of water = only $16 dollars!
4. Our cab driver on the way home had some boss stories about prison life and the LAPD.
Lowlight of the Night
Two charmingly handsome gay lads were mauling each other against one of the go-go dancer pedestals, attracting quite a bit of attention. Johanna and I tried to surreptitiously snap some photos in a manner that wouldn't egregiously violate their privacy, a la:

They saw the camera and started blowing kisses. Realizing the potentially lecherous nature of what we were doing, I picked my way over to introduce myself with intent to tell them they were adorable and explain that their faces wouldn't be in the pictures. Bad move. One of them seemed receptive but the other one blew me off so hard he practically shoved me into the stage.
Ouch. I guess I deserved it for objectifying their moustaches like that.
Also, while we're on the subject of lowlights, the disparity between dykes and douchebags wasn't tipped in the direction I would have preferred— what with Samantha Ronson being one of the only young out lesbians in Hollywood, I expected the crowd last night to look a little more like Girl4Girl and a little less like a New Jersey prom. But Elizabeth from Riot GrrrLife Zine set me straight; "Lesbians can't afford to spend 25 dollars to see a DJ in this town, Gina."
All photos by Johanna Breiding.
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