Hey baby, peel this leather offa me

Cuz I'm looming on the 100th post, I've been taking it easy these past days... waiting for maximum effect. I don't know how much the rent is on this space, but shit baby, nothing matters if the days melt together, right? So last Friday I had the awesome pleasure of witnessing Pin Kai's tenth year anniversary/reunion show at the always fabulous and fashionable Churchill's Hideaway Pub in the incredibly dynamic Little Haiti neighborhood of Miami. What a good motherfucking time that was!!! "Jizz Burger," "Silver Spoons," the Hialeah song... all the hits! Sarah and Jackie were there, all the punks, the drunks, Doc Brady, Patti, Osteo, Ari and Wally, and a couple of peeps I hadn't peeped in a long ass time! Nick Pancorvs and Joaquin made the night special. F rocked as usual... I wanna be that old and high on the rock and roll!
The only drawback to the evening was my (in retrospect) calamitous idea of wearing my leather jacket on top of a button-down short-sleeve and a sleeveless undershirt. I had to get that shit peeled offa me fo' sure!!! And Doc left his plastic at the bar and we had to tail-on-back to the pub after dropping Fungus Twat at his crib. But oh, shit, the punk rock was so good and strong that night that I'm fairly fucking sure it won't be the last time I wear my leather in the unforgiving Miami heat.
Saturday was happy hour with C. Rupes and Alexis (with a short stop by Sweet Stef), then more drinky-drinks at C. Rupes' house, and then the company of the lovely Sara T., Fabulous Fabiola, and G-ville Nicole at the PopLife party at The District. More drinks!!! Got my dance on too for a short while. Saw Will and Kelly Globe there with some friends from out-of-town, and the always marvelous and persnickety "Chola" Marni. Good times!
Sunday was for resting and getting the oggles over the Miss Universe pageant and what the fuck? Don't they feed these girls? Not very impressed by this year's crop of skeletons I'll tell ya. So when Sara T. and Meli D. called informing that The Standard was an option for the evening I reneged on my stance against their prices and headed on over. Not bad. Seems like a few dollars were shaved from the head this time and they had an all-you-can-drink Amstel Light special going for 12 bucks that only Jacques and I seemed to capitalize on. Then we went to The Room on the Beach were thank you Jesus sweet Nina was holding down the fort and we got incorrigibly smashed up with the aid of some friends... most notably Jessenia and her pal Jennifer, Sarah and Mels, and a few other stragglers.
And we're still not sure if Jacques made his 7:30 am flight back to New York... but Hell, he chased the deal on the last round before closing! Everything since has been very nice, with a few dinners here and there in good company, some real work done with Patti, and the ineffable feeling that tonight is gonna be a full on suicide night with my close pals and a very special visual and aural treat at the SoHo Lounge in the always happening Design District. Previews in the lot! Cuz eternity has never failed to flower with guilt -- I'm gonna pass me the fuck out.