So it was back to work on Tuesday following our Arizona trip and I was 4 hours late due to needing that much rest since getting home was 4 hours later than planned. Thanks retarTED Airlines. I beg of you all, do not fly this airlines. Not only are they undependable but they are unprofessional.
The work week went by fast as I slept every night after for 8-10 hours thanks to Tylenol PM. And I left work everyday with a smile on my face because I knew what was coming that weekend. A lot of events and I was getting burned out and fast. (this may explain why my immune system is down and why Iím at home sick catching up on writing)
I had finished the book that my friend Carly Milne had published titled: NAKED AMBITION Musings from Women Pornographers and How They Are Changing the Sex Industry. And she would be arriving in town on Thursday with Nina Hartley (with whom I have a rather long history) Stormy Daniels and Shane. I had originally invited them to the House Of Blues Foundation Room Members Party that Steve Roach invited us to, however due to overwhelming circumstances that shall not be disclosed here, it was not in the cards.
Steve Roach, who youíve been reading about in these entries, is a friend of mine who I know through the music business. He is also a Criminal Defense Attorney, a music industry attorney and a damned good friend. And a fun friend at that.
So it was Thursday night and I knew I had to get some sort of costume for the pre mentioned HOB party. I knew I was going to be Ĺ of the Pimps Of Darkness for Brad Altmanís annual ďPimps and Hoís BallĒ but had yet to decide on something for Friday. 4 of us had discussed going as KISS Dressed to Kill cover with KISS make up and suits, but one of the guys backed out. So the fearsome foursome were a threesome now.
I knew I needed new leather pants being that my last pair got ripped at the crotch area. (donít ask) And Iíd been trying on variations at the Harley Davidson store and a few other places and they just didnít fit right. Wednesday night I met Kelly over at Alcalaís on Chicago Ave and I tried some one there to no avail, but did pick up a new shiny ostrich skin leather blazer for the Pimps and Hoís Ball and something that is now one of my favorite pieces.
I had also decided that Iíd be a pirate for Friday. I already owned a very nice and heavy authentic European pirate coat that I had acquired some 4 years ago in NYC and if I found a shirt and scarf for my head Iíd have the entire outfit and would always have other uses for the clothing.
Mens leather pants overall tend to ride high on the waist, I wanted a pair that rode lower like my last pair. So I knew there was only one thing I had to do, and only one place where I could go. Boystown. After all if the gay stores couldnít get it right, then I was SOL!
First stop was 99th Floor where I tried on some pants and found a vinyl pair that reminded me too much of Fashion Bomb. When that came up, Mickey and his wife shared with me a story about how one of the founding members of the band fucked them over and proceeded to show his true colors when this person thought nobody was looking. (See, it doesnít always work when you talk behind someoneís back. That person could be standing in the shadows watching.) I did buy another variation of a shirt that I really like for my Pimps of Darkness suit.
Next door at Beatnix I hit the jackpot, I found a pair of perfect leather trousers with something Iíve been searching for years for, button fly leathers! All these years they were right under my nose, and they also told me it was the only kind they sold. The humdinger, I got them for $88!
Afterwards, I dropped into They Alley and picked up a black pirate/vampire shirt. So I was all set.
We ate at the filthiest Indian Restaurant on Belmont called Standard India or India Standard. Of course the owner claimed it was the best Indian in the hood, but after a trip to the rest room to wash my hands and seeing the condition of the kitchen, I can tell you Iíll never eat there again. And it was far from the best Indian around. By itís filth itíd better be suited and INDIANA Restaurant.
We got a really nice night of sleep and I was off to work and as busy of a day as I had, it went by surprisingly fast in retrospect especially considering my anticipation for that evenings festivities.
Kelly was dressed as a sexy FBI agent and I was of course a pirate, and when I arrived I found Grego as a pirate and Alicia as a pirate. Oddly, as I was to discover after the weekend the pirate garb was perhaps the most popular look this year. DAMMIT! So much for originality. But 5 years of winning forst prize with my Gene Simmons suit, it was a relief not to have to shave my face, tease and Aquanet my hair, and apply that grease paint again.
Steve Roach was an insane vampire and his chickie Lori and her friend looked sexy as well. Of course. That goes without saying. There were a lot of people there early and it was open bar with no cover. THIS WAS INSANITY. And Kellyís condition would soon reflect that. Loads of hilarious photos were taken and the free drinkage soon got out of hand. I got my seXXXy FBI agent out of there and into a cab and home. She had on these killer thigh high vinyl platforms which made it harder for her to maneuver herself from the get-go, and after 4 drinks none the easier. So luckily I managed to get her to her apartment. I hope the cab driver enjoyed the show.
A strange way this girl and I have, it seems that when weíre out and though neither of us ever drive after drinking, one of us seems to somehow be the designated better half of the drunken condition.
The next morning Kelly got up for work and took her outfit for Saturday night with her, and my friend Michellio who I met in Phoenix the week before met me at Ranalliís with her friends Tammy and Elissa who would soon be the newest inductees into the BEER MAFIA. And oddly enough this was about the very best time Iíd ever had at Ranalliís ever. We got goofy, took goofy photos and even did a foursome shot for the wall where we called ourselves The SoPornos. Speaking of which I gave Michellio a backpack loaded full of about 40 porn DVDís to review. After a couple of yards and a huge slice of Ranalliís pizza I was off to home.
I decided rather than just changing and cabbing over to Gregoís Iíd meet Kelly at her job and ride together over to Gregoís. I had to laugh as Grego answered the door in his leather pants and Hustler shirt.
Kelly changed itno her HOT NURSE vinyl outfit and I wanted to peel off my leather and find a dark corner in gregs place. She looked great the night before and even better this night. And I knew I was going to be proud. It's amazing I didn't sport a proud reaction stretch out my new leather pants.
I was pimped out in my new gear and we poured a couple Makers and Cokes, ate some pizza and just before 9PM were walking over to Transit where the line had already formed for the Pimps and Hoís Ball. I called Jordan inside and my posse was escorted in and given our sofa which Brad was cool enough to reserve for us next to where theyíd be sitting with Carly and the girls later that night.
The Transit people wasted no time in grabbing photos of us for their site www.transitnightclubchicago.com where you can see us and 177 other images from the party. There was also a swingers party going on upstairs for the Saucy folks. We found ourselves being given passes to that event as well from the director of Saucy. So if youíre interested in joining a swingers group check out their site at www.saucyparty.com. Itís not really my thing but ironically one year ago when I was at the Pimps And Hoís Ball with Gauge we ended up at a swingers house party. Maybe I give off that vibe, I dunno. Maybe itís my demeanor or open-minded attitude toward most sexual lifestyles, though I do not participate does not mean I discriminate. To each their own thatís what I say. Donít breach my beliefs and I wonít damn yours.
We did meet one fairly attractive Columbian native named Pilar who hung out off and on, did some photos with us and someone Iím considering working with as far as a model. Sheíd make a super ViXXXen. So would Michellio incidentally. If sheís no too busy looking at porn, which from what I sent her home with should keep her hand on the remotes FF button for quite awhile, as well as on her other hand on another button.
As the night grew later we met up with Carly, did some pix, hung out with the singer for 2 White Crew and Nina Hartley took to Kelly pretty nicely. We ran into her in the swingers area later as well.
Considering the booze kicking in and still tired from the night before and our schedule for the next 2 days we checked out of Transit early. We went back to her pad and sacked out.
The next day we had to pick up a rental car by 1, and drive all the way out to West Dundee, get a hotel room and go see MY RUIN who were playing at the Clearwater Theatre.
Those details coming soon.
Posted by Alex Zander at November 7, 2005 11:28 AM