
It had been 364 days since McLeod Residence closed its doors for the last time. It went out with a bang. The reunion party was in memory of the old space. It was excellent, if not eerie.



It was loud and it was fun. Sure, both bands have played here recently, but not together. That was kind of the magic.



50 should really smack down Amy Winehouse. And her new "Jewmaican" and "smoke bacon" rhyme. Eesh. Maybe Ames should stick to baby mice?
It was Soul Night at the Lo-Fi once again. The DJs were on task and the girls were dressed ace.



I hate Sundays. Hate them! (There! I said it!) And not just because Sunday is allegedly “The Lord’s Day” or whatever, and I’m pure, card-carrying Evil. (Ask anyone.) Sundays are horrible, dead-feeling days. All of the frenzy of Friday? Vanished. The whimsy of Saturday? Gone. TV sucks (baring True Blood, naturally), tomorrow’s 6am alarm hangs over your head like the Sword of Damocles, and you can’t even drink yourself into a stupor properly, because tomorrow is, you know, work. Sundays are like a doctor’s office waiting room…waiting for a terminal diagnosis. If every day were like Sunday (so silent! So gray!), I’d swallow a bucket of Drian-O.
And so I do what I can to endure, to press on, to make it better, to force the dying weekend to hang on for a few more precious hours, and this Sunday (damn it to hell!), I plan to do two most delightful things that just might make this waiting-room of a day worthwhile: Happy Hour at The Bus Stop, and, OMF-ing G (if you’ll pardon the expression), Crayze About Swayze at Central Cinema!
First, The Bus Stop: I know, you almost never think of “Happy Hour” at The Bus Stop, because, well, every hour is happy at The Bus Stop. But The Bust Stop hosts a delightful little Happy Hour, with DJ VALPAK and drinky drinky drink specials. (Plus, Pony has been getting all the attention lately, and The Bus Stop deserves our love, too.) It starts at 4pm and runs ‘til 8pm, and tends to draw a fabulous crowd. Even on Sunday. 1552 E Olive Way.
Then, at 7pm (and once I’m as good and schnockered as I can get on a damn Sunday), there’s Crayze About Swayze! (And you know you are!) It’s a two-film tribute to the man, his hair, his two expressions, his irrepressible danciness: Dirty Dancing (with a pre-show sing-a-long! Kill me!) and Roadhouse, which, God forgive me, I’ve never even seen. It’s only $6 for both shows (the sing-a-long is a free bonus, I guess), and they will even serve you pizza and beer in your comfy sofa seat! Central Cinema is at 1411 21 Avenue, and the event runs until 11ish. Which is just about as late as anyone can stay out on a damn Sunday.
Damn Sunday.
Tonight!
Auto-tune thyself with T-Pain classics like "Im N Luv (Wit a Stripper)" and "Buy U a Drank". First I'm gonna prank call my brother in the ATL. Then mom...



This from Funhouse proprietor Brian Foss:
During this bumbershoot weekend we're setting up a half pipe in the Funhouse parking lot plus we're doing 3 shows that are benefits for the Marginal Way Skate Park.http://www.marginalwayskatepark.org/
the ramp should be finished by Friday, and Friday afternoon from 3pm to 9pm the ramp will be all ages.
on Sat/Sun/Mon the ramp will be 21+ w/ a parking lot beer garden open from noon until???good times, folks.
good times!
This weekend's listings for the Funhouse are here. Saturday Night is Davila 666!
I come not to bury Riz Rollins, but to mourn him. For almost two goddamnmotherfucking decades (long before you or I were born), Riz Rollins—soul man, renaissance man, man’s man—has been spinning his celebrated Friday Night’s at Re-Bar. It’s been an institution. A legend. But no more.
Tonight is the sad, sweet end of all that, and Fridays at Re-Bar henceforward shall be sadly Rizless. Riz-free. Sans-The Riz. He’s going off to do other things. His new husband maybe. Who knows.
A tragedy!
Come tonight, then, to Re-Bar, and mourn with me. It’s going to be packed. There’s a $7 cover, spinning begins circa 10 PM, apparently right after Garfunkle and Oats. At Re-Bar (1114 Howell).
Also!
Sometimes people like to drink and dance, sometimes they like to drink and cry, sometimes they like to drink and sit on their butts and watch stuff. Hilarious stuff! And if you enjoy some nice sitting down, and drinking, and watching funny stuff, Open Circle Theatre is a very good place to be late, late, LATE tonight too (and/or tomorrow), because there’s a cash bar, and a FUNNY SHOW.
It’s a revue/reworking of Growing Pains, the horrible 80s sitcom that wasn’t funny at all, really, except maybe ironically, and that produced the brain-dead reborn x-tian freak that is Kirk Cameron. A bunch of boys in dresses (and others) will be resurrecting it live, onstage, for your ironic and most drinky-drinky pleasure, and making it actually, you know, funny. (Staring Gary Zinter of Bus Stop fame!) They say it is “not to be missed”, and I’m inclined to agree. Tickets are also $7 at the door, show starts at 11 PM, OCT is at 2222 2nd Ave (quite impossible to forget), tonight and tomorrow. And since we’re both doing Riz’s goodbye thingy tonight, I’ll see you there tomorrow night. Okay? Okay.
Tonight!
And tonight's looks like it'll be even better.



Ever hankered to roll with the Rollergirls? Tonight is your big, rolly chance…
Rat City Rollergirls After-bout Party @ Funhouse!DJs Verse & Barbarella are throwing down beats at the Funhouse after the Rat City Rollergirls at Key Arena!
Come join us for booze, beats, and dancing alongside kick-ass Rollergirls!!
DJs Verse (Josh Roberts) and Barbarella (Lisa Damm) are awesome, the Rollergirls (sexy!) kick ass, there is a $5 cover charge (cheap!), or it’s free with your Rat City Rollergirls ticket. Doors at 9PM. At The Funhouse (206 5th Avenue North—under the Monorail). Yes, also, tonight!
You know that this nonsense has been going on for, like, 12 years, right? Carlotta’s Late Night Wingding? Well, tonight is the last Wingding of the season. From a shameless press release:
Carlotta's gang is back this month at Open Circle Theater before they take a break until the "holidaze". The crew is bringing their favorite musical guests, dusting off some of their best musical numbers from the past, as well as adding some new ones!Not only is the show all music but it's also a retrospective of Wing Dings from over the years...Hits such as "Hard Knock Life", "Aquarius", "Xanadu", "Saturday Night Fever Medley", & even a song from "The Curse of Wolf Manor".
Guests include the wonderfully nearly naked Stranger's "Drunk of the Week" Jonathan Thompson, Rick Uselton, Ella Rose, Leonard Nimoy, Lonnie Anderson, Joyce DeWitt, and Courtney Love. The show also promises that each and every cast member will be completely naked by the end of the show!
The bar opens at 7PM (and you'll need it), the show starts at 10:30, the nakedness is probably illegal, and it's $7 at the door—or FREE. If, you know, you come naked. How much will YOU pay?
Open Circle Theater (2222 2nd Ave. Suite 222), in Belltown, just next door to "Shorties". Tonight!
Saturday saw the ECSC changing venues to the much larger Crocodile. It wasn't packed, but there were enough hot people dancing to make it fun.



The Elephant is the new name for the revamped bar behind Laadla in the Eastlake/South Lake Union neighborhood. If Friday was any indication of things to come then it's going to shape up to be a damn good bar.



Hiya. Sorry I've been so scarce. As you've doubtlessly suspected, I've been in deep mourning—YouTube-ing Thriller or whatever over and over, feathering my rich, leonine mane of sun-colored hair, Bedazzling happy silver and white sequins onto all of my right-hand gloves, wondering WHAT-the-fuck really happened to poor old David Caradine anyway, forgetting all about Ed McWhathisface, thumbing through my collection of Teen Beat Magazines (in a dirty way), weeping. (Honestly! I have!) It's quite emotional, and very time consuming. (Plus, I'm pretty sure I've developed some sort of Jackson-ish form of Turrets Syndrome—SHAMON! HEE!) I wish I had the time and/or wherewithal to go dance my weepy ass of at Hard Times at The War Room tonight:
It's brought to you by those beautiful queers that brought to you things like Hot Mess and so very much more, and it's a new thing, and you should check it out. DJs LA Kendall and Mathematix will be spinning. Drink specials, of course. $5 at the door.
Go. Have fun for me. I can't muster the emotional strength to leave the house just now...hee, HEE! OW!
The War Room (722 East Pike), doors at 9pm, tonight!
Drag Queens...almost naked super hotties...Gilligan...bacon!

Damn, I'm proud to be a Americun!
TONIGHT!
It's fucking Thursday. It's almost, but not quite, The Fourth of July or whatever. You're hotter than Satan's bicycle seat. You're restless. In-the-pants-region mostly. Do this tonight!

Yes, the event is actually called, "Amerika Fawk Yeah!!!" (with THREE exclamation points!!!), and it features one of my favorite DJs/Seattle nightlife fixtures, Fortune Kiki. What else does one need to know? (Besides that it's free, and the doors are at 9PM, and that Havana is at 1010 East Pike Street, naturally.)
Havana, TONIGHT!
I've signed on to host the event, which basically means I'll be there drinking from around 6-9pm to raise money for the Vera (this kind of fundraising is where I'm a viking) and encouraging others to do the same. Because, wocka wocka, I'd just be at the Cha Cha anyway. Come! Drink! Say shit to my face! It's for the children!
A Drink For The Kids, the Vera Project’s annual 21+ benefit, includes six bar nights featuring beer and liquor specials benefitting the Vera Project and a grand finale benefit show. Visit any of the bars below and purchase a Stone Brewing Company beer and ask about liquor specials to support Vera:July 5th at Cha Cha
July 6th at Hazelwood
July 7th at West 5
July 8th at Twilight Exit
July 9th at Linda’s
July 10th at Solo & Funhouse
July 11th at Neumos - Grand Finale Concert with Robin Pecknold, Throw Me the Statue
Update: Musical entertainment for this evening will be generously provided by Unnatural Helpers and Telepathic Liberation Army.
More information here.
GLAAD, is so much more than just a quality sandwich bag to we Gays. GLAAD is also the "Gay and Lesbian Alliance Against Defamation." And if you didn’t know, we gays really, really hate defamation. (Unless we’re the one’s doing it, naturally, in which case we love it, but let’s not stray of topic.) Tonight they are holding a drinky and delicious Pride soirée at Purr (just across the street from Valu Village—what’s that smell?—and The Stranger offices, if you must know). I’ve been asked to attend. They are going to give away a copy of my new book! I’m sizzling with excitement!
It is a little mixer they are throwing called TGIF (you know, "Thank GLAAD It’s Friday"? of course.) that is aimed at something called “professionals”. “Young gay and lesbian” ones, specifically. And although I’m not exactly sure what this thing “professional” is, hey, whatever…BOOZE! No defamation! Me! PRIDE!
Please join us. You will be surely GLAAD you did, har har.
At PURR (1518 11 Avenue), $15, 7PM-to-9PM, tonight.
Buck up, silly queer! Gay Pride is happening all around you, and the world is filling with club nights and other super gay happenings. But if your P-R-I-D-E hasn’t really put its gay sneakers on and started running just yet (mine started in March, and might never be able to stop now…), now’s the time to start blowing your big gay wad. Because tonight, this is happening:
David Richie, who is dazzling, and DJ L.A. Kendal, who is off the fucking hizzle in general, invented it. (They also gave birth to the beautiful beast that was HotMess...R.I.P.) And as you can see, the event is billed as, um, "a multi-poly-omni art experiment". I'm not sure what that means exactly, but there's almost naked people in the picture. And music. And The BOoze. So, heeey. (Also, I have it on bad authority that this adorable creature is in town, and will be wandering the shadows at this event, too. I'm merely sayin'.)
These is some Hard Times, chile! Brave the wind! Get your gay on! TONIGHT!
War Room (722 East Pike), 9PM, $5.
Tonight we toast the interminable decay of one of Seattle's darkest blazing stars: The indomitable and quite clinically mad and morose and loping and terrifying and dazzling punk-drag performance artiste Miss Jacqueline Hell. (Miss Jackie, if yo' nasty. And you are.)
This year marks her fourth centennial. Being four hundred years old, she is celebrating at The Crescent Tavern (1413 East Olive Way), which is singularly appropriate, and still smells like total ass. (Take care of it people—the charm is GONE!) Not that I'd ever insinuate that Jackie smells like ass, of course. Especially not on her birthday.
There's a Jackie Hell look-alike contest at midnight! The event goes from 9 PM-till-2 fucking AM!

Won't you join her?
Oh, and, um, Jackie Hell is totally completely biographied here, by the way. Ahem. Order it gift-wrapped!
Happy birthday, you hideous, glorious freak!



I am so deeply sad to announce that next Friday (the 19th!), at The War Room, it all ends. Together we face a bleak and quite HotMessless future. No more HotMess! Not ever! No MORE!
Where does all the time go? Where will all the FAGS go? I ask you.
When:.
Friday, June 19, 2009Where:
The War Room
722 East pike Street
Seattle
98121Description:
"Au Revoir!"
Qulture Qreative and Hitgirl-Relaunch say goodbye! The Final HotMess Friday June 19th.After 3+ years of bringing some of the best queer talent this city has ever seen including; Avenue D, Qboy, Amanda Lepore, Team Gina, Jackie Beat, Cazwell, Lady Tigra, Ger Ber jones, Princess Superstar and Dirty Sanchez (just to name a few) is saying Thank You and Good Night
She was far too young and beautiful to die…
SOON!