My guy and I attended the big OUT 100 gala at Gotham Hall on Friday night, as the guests of one of the 100 109 people on the gay mag's list of movers and shakers and his literary agent, who is a mutual friends of ours. After some outrageous logistical problems that nearly sent us all home early, we ended up having a fun time. Since it was clear that the organizers tried very hard to make it a memorable night -- what with Chelsea Handler as host and the newly reformed Labelle as musical guests -- I'll try my best to leave the unabridged story to one of the hundreds of invitees who were -- um -- left out on the street for hours that night, like this pal of mine who shall remain nameless:
Kenneth -- I think I saw you outside the OUT 100 FIASCO -- were you one of the ones who got in? When it was clear it was maxed out on capacity me and my boys busted out and went to Hotel Chelsea and Mr. Black, raising all kinds of hell and calling ourselves the "OUT 6" ... I saw XXXX XXXXX at Mr. Black and he was really shell shocked -- I can only imagine the bad vibes. I have no idea what happened, don't really care either, but: what a fucking mess! Can't wait for the Gawker post.
Gawker post, indeed. But what I will say is this, and this applies to all party hosts, not just OUT: Next time you invite people to "honor" at a party, you might want to make some kind of arrangement ahead of time with the venue's crack security team so that the "honorees" can actually get inside the party at which they are to be honored. If there's live music, a sound check is always a good idea. (Poor Patti Labelle spent more time apologizing for how "horrible" she sounded than she did singing -- and boy did it sound HORRIBLE.) And as for running out of glasses at the front bar by 10 p.m. -- and out of alcohol in the VIP room by 10:30? Well, that's kind of understandable. Who knew the gays liked to drink so much? ...
With Christopher Schelling and our honoree friend, Louis Bayard; and Mikey
Raising the roof (or something) with Louis and Christopher
Cheyenne Jackson
3 comments:
I'm no longer sorry that I missed this "party," because the story is becoming all-too-familiar in NYC nightlife: Waiting 45 minutes to check your coat, then an hour to retrieve it, one inexperienced bartender (hired only for his/her looks) serving 200 people, security staff who are fashionista dipshits or Gestapo monsters, running out of drinks before midnight ... it seems that stupid crack whores posing as party promoters are ruining nightlife in NYC. Going out is supposed to be FUN, remember?
Kenneth, I was there...and got inside! I wish I had known to look for you. All problems aside, it was a very cool night for a WV boy, haha.
MMM, Cheyenne Jackson...HOT as usual!!
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