Saturday morning. 2.30 am.
As I stepped out onto the streets of Greenpoint, Brooklyn, a man (? )approached me, “I knowww you,” s/he howled. Under his strange hat, Lady Gaga style sunglasses, white face makeup, ruby lipstick, and clothes that looked like s/he time traveled here straight from 1994 I could make the tell tale signs of an oscillating mouth.
“It’s One-Half! One-Half-Nelson, sweetie!”
I look at him a little longer, observe the dangling yellow green glow sticks and the barrage of glamorous kids suddenly flowing up the barges of Club Europa and suddenly realize that I have come to the place that I had been hearing so much about lately- Germs, a weekly party that was ‘going off’ on this side of the universe.
Past the ID checker, up the stairway, through the looking glass, and down the rabbit hole I fall into a room filled with one of the most diverse (and young, as the party is 18+) crowds that I have seen in a while. Almost immediately, I bump into an acquaintance, Brik Olson.
“You come here a lot, don’t ya, Brik?” I say, “Give me the grand tour.”
He curls his tongue under his lips and suddenly grabs my hand as we start weaving through the masses. With God pounding in my ear, Vogue appointed cheek bones strutting their thing and me desperate to taste Brik’s gin. Of course that’s just the start of it…
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