So it's Wednesday, or wait, is it Tuesday? No, it's definitely Wednesday and I finally have a moment to catch my breath and get up to date on my blogging. The last week has been a whirlwind of activity. This tends to be the norm for this time of year. A flurry of activity leading up to the holidays, followed by several weeks of figurative silence. I love the activity, but I love my silence too these days!
The past week has kept my calendar full and my obligations many. It all started last tuesday when I played the holiday party for Built For Man. It was a wonderful little soiree full of sexy, fashionable peeps. There was lovely art on the walls and the pieces that Built For Man offers were artfully displayed around the studio.
This picture that I took from my perch in the DJ booth that we fashioned in the front window doesn't do it justice. Don't you love the jesus art in the background? Anyway, I can't wait to get the scarve that I agreed to as part of my payment! Imma be rockin' it all around town! You should check out Built For Man too at www.builtforman.com.
Thursday I had a bunch of errands to run all day long, then a few hours window before I had to be at Pony to play my good friend Dustin Curtis' annual birthday EXTRAVAGANZA! So, I took my few hour window and went to chill at my sister's place. It was just me and her cat (who has never particularly liked me). I snuck into her room (where he hides when I visit), and gave him a few pets. Then I hunkered down on the couch in the living room to watch a few episodes of Fringe before heading out to pick up my lovely gingerlady from work. After scooping my beloved from work we decided to cop a squat and get something to eat before heading over to Pony for me to get set up. Right after we finished eating, my phone rang and it was my sister. She was hysterical like only a Kendall sister can be. From what I could understand of the conversation, she thought her cat, Itters, was dead. Well, sister duty called and we payed the check, hopped in the car and headed for my sisters pad in North Seattle. Upon arriving, the ginger girl confirmed that indeed, Itters was dead. All curled up like he was sleeping on the floor at the corner of the bed. What the hell do you do with a dead cat in the city? My sister suggested that we put it in this bustub she had fashioned as a "casket" and put it in our car. Yes. Because this would be awesome. I had a gig to get to. A dead cat in the back of the car while I was DJing...well, the thought was bothersome to me. As I was pondering all of this, and also trying to figure out how to convince the ginger girl to handle it, an amazing thing happened. Like a gift from god, my sisters boss and her boyfriend blew in, took total control of the situation and were in and out within 10 minutes. I was relieved. My sister was so beside herself (naturally), that I knew I was gonna have to step up, and to be honest, I found myself feelin' like a big old girly puss. Thank god that was handled. This is proof that god, or whatever higher power you believe in, always takes care of you when you need it! RIP Itters. I always had hope you would come around one day and realize that I was a good aunty...
After the kitty trauma, we headed to Pony to set up for Mr. Chanels Birthday Extravaganza! I was pretty stoked to play as I was playing an all request set per the birthday boys wishes. A departure from my norm, which I am always grateful for. That party ended up amazing. With Performances by Ade (who was working some fierceness that I was feeling!), Vivivi (my precious friends who impressed the S H I T out of me), Vinsantos (who I missed because I am an old lady and turn to a pumpkin at midnight sometimes on weekdays) and more. Pony was the most festive I have ever seen it! Here are some pics from my perch in the booth (below). If you look closely in the crowd shot, you can see my boy Tony Burns in an incredibly festive hat! Yessir!
Friday I was double dippin'. A girl has to double dip sometimes. When the opportunity arises to stack a few chips, you just gotta do it. Even if it stretches your patience and spreads you thin. You do it, and you are grateful for the opportunity to put money in your pocket and pay your damn bills! This is where I was Friday. Early on I played a private corporate event at the Lake Union Cafe (which is a lovely venue and if you ever have use for it, you should ask for Dann Richey, he will hook you up). It was mostly background music that they wanted during dinner and some gift drawings, but it was a fun crowd nonetheless. Then, immediately after, I packed up my gear, called a taxi and headed to The Wildrose! It was, afterall, Lezbro!
Not just any Lezbro! A Lezbro CHRISTMAS. Fannie Mae Darling, my genderfuk obsession was our special guest this month. ArtStar was back, and in FINE form, might I say! Tony Burns was holding it down in his Santa gear (SO CUTE!). ...and my gingerlady decided to celebrate her birthday. So there was a lot goin' on. Here's a pictoral review of the evening (special thanks to Nate Gowdy for snappin' some of these)!!
You gotta love that Fannie Mae! Another Lezbro down! Get at us in 2012 for more Lezbroriffic antics!
Whew. Then came Saturday night and ArtStar & Still Drunk Paul's Bad Diva Christmas Party at Rebar. Once again, I was holding down the decks. Miss Adraboo was hosting, Kook was in the house taking pictures, and there were so many performances including Amber Marie, Ade, Jackie Hell, Mitzy Sixx, Kitty Baby...and a little surprise in the form of some bouncin' titties! Check the photo action from the Bad Diva Christmas at Rebar below!
Whew! With the weekend over, it was time to help the gingerboy finish his Rube Goldberg project. Don't know what a Rube Goldberg is? Well, take a look at this video for an idea:
Here's what the ginger boy's ended up looking like. He did it all himself, met all the guidelines, and with all found items....
I think he did a whizbang job if I do say so myself!
Alright kids, it's time to pack. Oh yes, PACK! As in pack up all our belongings and move them to another location! Yes, at long last, we are moving closer to the city. For me, BACK to the city. For the ginger peoples, it's the closest they have ever lived to the city. I think it's going to be GREAT for all of us! Very excited and in my typical, anal retentive, Cancer form, I have a plan. So here I am, signing off, so I can put that plan in action!