get down with the clampdown

now THAT was a busy busy weekend, bitches. for those of you paying attention, i haven't blogged in a couple of days. "hey, you fucked up! 30 blogs in thirty days? 30 nothing in thirty days!" well, i only said 30 blogs, and not specifically one each day. i'm still in the race. i'm a winner.*

friday was a waste only because by the end of the day i was completely knackered. i had to work for twelve hours that day and was in no way ready to go to the party i was obligated to attend. the social butterfly was having an a cranky day.

come saturday, it was time the rocky horror show auditions. i was there to greet all those auditioning and to make they filled out their paperwork properly. i wasn't able to watch the auditions but it looks like we'll have a pretty good cast. after our costume/hair/make-up meeting sunday afternoon, i'm sure that the cast will atleast look FABULOUS! we have to use quite a few wigs since we only have one hair guy. make-up for the phantoms will be dark with a small burst of color, much like their costumes. i'm most excited about how columbia and and magenta are going to look (washed-up chorus girl! amy winehouse!) and most perplexed about what we are going to with riff raff. poor rocky doesn't get a big update on his look, but he's there to look pretty. that being said our rocky will do just fine! as far as make-up is concerned the night of the show, i'll be incharge of the two drag looks (frank and a drag phantom). otherwise i'll be creating a make-up team out of the other actors.

anyway, after making an appearance at the house of mary-michael, ashley and jay (which was totally worth it just because i touched a man who touched kathy griffin! omg!!!) i left to go pick up my dear friend leah. today she turns twenty-pvanoal;sahg;l years old, so to celebrate we went to one our favorite parties in the city: the CLAMPDOWN at the ravari room next to hounddog's. i had forgotten what fun it was! it's great to ditch the regular dance clubs and go to a rock n' roll dance party. actually, it was good to be in a straight club. i'd elaborate but that is for another post on another day. we had great time because that night contain alot of things that make a club fun. it's great to run into old friends there. you dance together, you laugh, do a shot, but it doesn't require any deep conversation. every good party needs the entertaining dumb guys. those are the people the black eyed peas were talking about when they said, "let's get retarded". one guy in particular was funny because i actually heard him hit on girls with the lines, "what's your major?" and "do you like sports?". i guess he didn't want to leave the guys out, so they all got a good ole' "you're the best, man!" i was doing the pogo to the hives and thinking, "seriously?!?" oh, and the dancing was fun! dancing to rock allows a person to freak out and feel the beat in a different way. the action of bumping into other humans to the beat creates little bursts of energy to to feed off of. the perfect crunchy guitar riffs promote insanity. watching cute hipster boys dance on table tops with their shirts off is inspiring. the next clampdown is september 8th and i hope to have more people come with me.

sunday night was the official bye-bye birdie cast party. not a lot of people were there, but those who were made it a crazy evening. i've been doing shows with some of these people for 8 months now, and we're becoming a bit more, well... loose around each other. we drink and sing and grope. it's great.

now i'm beat. i'll go home and collapse as soon as i can get out of this damn tv station.

*oh lisa, how i know you! i got your comment just as i was finishing that paragraph!