Taken 29 Oct ‘07, 8.36pm EDT PST.

i don’t know if I’ll ever be able to experience that pure juvenile experience of dressing up and knocking up on folks’ doors, mischievously chanting “trick or treat” and holding my bag for impending cavity catalysts.

A good southern baptist boy as a kid we had “harvest festivals,” which were a mimic trap for conservative families to escape their children from a national joy. Sure, i bobbed for apples, came home with a sack of sweets, and got to dress up, but I was either David from the Bible, or some impotent pop culture figure sanitized for religious consumption.

Now that I’m grown, Halloween is the earliest Saturday and we still dress up, not to scare but to impress our friends and a panel of bar owners. A trick means we got laid, and a treat is we woke up in our own beds.

Sunday we shower and wash the glitter out of our hair, read the text messages from those whose fates weren’t so fortunate as ours ( a friend of mine SMS SOS’d after finding himself cracked out and lost on Main street after leaving his friend’s place where he vomited on 65% of the dwelling), and relate the evenings triumph’s and dissapointments.

We pass the rest of the days till the the real Halloween comes and goes, tired and jaded from our preemptive strike into debauchery that we scoff at others for enjoying a history unaffected by our previous actions.

i guess I really am kinda jaded. I just want some wax teeth and a few crushed butterfingers bars, is that too much to ask?

When I heard Kayne West’s “Stronger,” I was stuck. I love the Daft Punk, but Kanye juest doesn’t cut it for me. Don’t get me wrong, its a pretty swinging hip hop track, but I want something I can rock at teh clubs.

Enter DJ XoTec. Essentially, Chris is the greatest DJ in this area handsdown. When you hear him spin, most of it is brand new, mixed for the first time right there, just for you. And when he does pull from the realm, its hardly mainstream… thus this weekend(he played at Marcellas last Sat) I found my Stronger solution.

The Diplo mix of “stronger” takes the modified Daft Punk hook and gives it center stage, leaving a breakbeat, pop-happy mix that is truly fresh.

listen to it over at Analog Giant…

diplo@Myspace

Taken 14 Jul ‘07, 8.52pm EDT PST.

Some queen got a shot of crown last night at the blackout party and left it…. For Shame… Thanks to joey for the snap

Taken 11 Jul ‘07, 10.10pm EDT PST.

I doont know if I ever posted a pic of the mens urinals at marcellas… This is for Ridor

Eh.. I haven’t done a meme in a while, and the wonderful Jeff from alreadybruised tagged me so here we go..

The Rules: List 8 things about yourself that no one may be aware of. At the end of the post, tag and link to 8 other people. Leave a comment at those sites, letting them know they’ve been tagged, and asking them to come read the post so they know what to do.

1. I have a unibrow – Not really ashamed of it.. just saying I do… a few people have told me its cute, and others to get a can of raid to kill the rabid caterpillar on my face… Angel plucks it for me from time to time…
2. I hate young gays – mebbe “hate” is a strong word, but any time spent around the young and dumb section of the queer clique reminds me whats wrong with us. I think we need a stronger group of more mature queers passing on essential life information to help em get out of that initial rut and onto making a mark in the world as a positive individual… granted I’m young too, but I had those older gay figures watching over me from day one.
3. I’m terrible at strategy games – either from inexperience or ADD, games that demand the player to think 20 steps ahead are nearly impossible for me to triumph in. mebbe after a few hundred hours of WoW, I’ll be better, eh Mike?
4. I’m horrible at taking care of myself – I’ll break my back for a friend to make sure he’s ok.. I’ll give you advice, cook ya food, but I can’t do it for myself. There is about 20 things I need to go to the doctor for, but I can’t muster the desire to go for myself. I won’t cook dinner beacuse its just me.. and the apt only gets cleaned when I can’t walk anymore.. my mental health takes a dive because I won’t go to get help. I essentially need one little pill to make it all better… but I won’t go… despite great Insurance
5. I have a speech impediment – I tend to speak fast and stutter.. It’s because my brain processes speech so fast that my mouth can’t keep up… If I try to talk slow.. my brain will trail off and I’ll sometime forget to finish a sentance… had this since I was a kid.
6. My drink is Jack and Redbull – tastes like tire rubber, but Joseph the bartender at Marcella’s got me hooked on this drink of my concoction… It keeps me awake at the club… So if you wanna buy me a drink at Marcella’s.. get that and go to Joseph.. For beer, get me a blue or a Heineken.
7. I don’t want an iPhone – yea yea, macboy like me, full o shit eh? Not really… It’s a great product, and I’ll be camping out next week with a friend so he can get one… but I need to wait a year for a 2nd Gen… and the eventual hop to T-mobile compatibility. It will come, I’ll be patient.
8. I’ve managed to work in every field I wanted to as a kid – ‘cept as a chef and a garbage man. But I’ve been a teacher, club worker, pro blogger, construction, cashier, IT guy, dancer, and have worked for a hotel. maybe one day I’ll do it all…

So I guess I’ll tag

1. themikehaddadshow.com – Mike Haddad
2. gotcris.blogspot.com -Chris
3. brisketforchucklehead.blogspot.com – Chucklehead
4. billys-shirts.livejournal.com – Andy
5. ellyinthecity.wnymedia.net – Elly
6. redsbasement.wnymedia.net - Red
7. allthingsjennifer.wnymedia.net – Jennifer
8. jimbo.info/weblog – Jimbo

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Originally uploaded by Buffawhat. Taken 2 Jun ‘07, 10.36am EDT PST.

Yea, this is why I passed out in the DJ Booth last Friday at Marcella’s. The Mash Bash 07 was completely awesome, despite forgetting to grab my VIP ticket from the WNYM offices…I didn’t really need the liquor… the beer (all 15 of em) took me for a nice spin.

The upside is that now I have a new high of drunk that I can measure all other escapades to:

“Yea I drank a lot.. but it wasn’t like the Bash”

Or.. “Man, I haven’t hit a piano with my face like that since the Mash Bash”

At least I wasn’t as drunk as Jimbo, the carpenter from While You Were Out, who was arrested…

Snap! – Out of Town Show

Originally uploaded by Buffawhat. Taken 18 May ‘07, 11.02pm ADT PST.

Emperor 12 Hamilton… Zelda… At club marcella .. The Imperial Court

Today’s update will be delivered in an ordered list… the only organization I will be successful in this week.

1. Friday – Went to the Sabres Game 5 against the Rangers… Best Game Evah. Thanks to my good new friend Andy Kulyk for hooking me up. Went to the club to work… passed out from 3:15-3:45am… exaustion shows it’s first sign.
2. Saturday – Showed up at Marcellas at 2pm.. assumedly to help decorate for a first communion party to be held at 6pm. No clue why any one would want to hold a communion party for a little girl at a club that has lips for urinals… all I know is four hours later, I unintentionally merge from setup crew to party worker.. manage the hors d’oeuvres and bus tables till 9pm. Exaustion is real on all our faces… yet we all worked our asses off and the party was a smash.. despite having to endure the macarena.  I go home and change at 9:30.. coming back only to spend time with Grumpybear and relax… Eli, our trusty barback, is near death with exhaustion, or so he claims.. my previous offer to help him barback turns into ne covering for him completely, disregarding the fact that I’m tired as well.. Eli seems to think that a barback’s job does not include long hours, under-appreciationand prolonged exertion.  By the end of the night, I log 14 hours at the club… This is the last time I am going to save Eli’s ass.. I leave him a “fuck you” mess for taking advantage of me.
3. Sunday – I curl up close to Grumpybear, his body working the magic of erasing the previous week and filling me with renewed energy… that results in glorious sex (twice that night betches!) and a good nights rest. The morning brings breakfast with Mum-ra (Grumpy’s mom); Mike and I have plans to piss the day away. We decided to help Mum-ra and her man-slave, Mark, cut down some trees. I manage to fall in a ridicoulously absurd manner, thus possibly breaking my pinky….
   
   After a enjoyably lazy day with Mike, I head back to Marcellas… Eli is in a mood, yet no one cares because he left early last night, while the rest of the party workers that overflowed into the regular night had to stay.
4. Monday – Pinkie hurts like hell.. I probably will not go to the Dr. If it heals crooked that just means I can get the hard to reach boogers… Only downside is that I have to pour through a lot of php code and write some css.. that requires the “;:/\” keys that that pinkie’s job is to press.

Snap! – Need Condoms?

Originally uploaded by Buffawhat. Taken 3 May ‘07, 8.18pm ADT PST.

1000 NYC condoms and 1000 packets of lube came in the mail today… Should last me about a month… You can only get these free in NYC… But if you want some of mine… Let me know… Or Come to Marcella’s

What an idiot I thought… I’m in the upstairs bathroom, helping a few guys clean blood off their hands from a stabbing that happened only a short hour ago. This guy’s in shock, I’m thinking, near to pass out from the sight of blood on his hands, yet he was just downstairs telling of his prowess of kung-fu and desire to be a bouncer at Marcellas.

A guy was stabbed man. Get to reality, no one wants to deal with this.. I barbacked, I wasn’t expecting to come in and mop up a pint of blood like it was a spilled drink. This doesn’t happen at Marcellas… but it did.

I guess I saw the beginning of a mess right after the Mr. and Ms. Club Marcella pageant, by the way, congrats Brandon and Melody. Joseph, our resident supermodel bartender, is feeding shots to this sweaty shirtless mess who wouldn’t stop buying rounds for everyone. I think I had a shot or two shoved my way as I did my duties. Thought nothing of it, club was packed, beer was rolling out like Sabres medals. 20 minutes later I hear Richard our manager yelling over the mic that he’s gonna beat some guys ass who tried to pull a knife on him.

That’s when things got interesting.

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