Miami Vice Mustache Kegger Dance Party
Our gracious party host Mr.Beadel. -kinoko
Welcome to Pow Fox part three. I'm not bitter; I was Hungover for a day, but it was the party of the year. Despite, all of the live music events going on in Seattle this weekend, including Numbers at the Sunset Tavern, when I got the text message from artist/organizer/com padre Adam Beadel inviting me to a "Miami Vice Mustache Dance Party Kegger!" I knew it'd be culturally naive for me NOT to go to this party with that title and at a Capitol Hill Mansion. The same house that the post Bumbershoot "WU Weed" got smoked on the roof of this summer, after the Wu Tang played Seattle and tipped their driver with a brick. Already urban legend.
Miami vice mustache party member -kinoko
I was invited to an early Cocktail Party at a cap hill condo with a view of a pool and the Space needle. Our hostess took generous care of her guests with an overflow of bar, tea lights and laptop dj. Only once did I see the dj go to his computer. He cued the Justice track "D.A.N.C.E." (original version). Everyone I talk to about this track tells me they had to listen several times before they were feelin' it. At least the video is fun. I found, on another blog ,remixes by Masterkraft and Tittsworth Rmx.mp3 that are a lot more refreshing.
Less Than Zero-Seattle Condos & Cocktails -kinoko
By midnight it was time to roll to this Miami Vice Mansion Mustache Party thing. After making sure my drunken amie got on his bus ok, I treaded up the hill. On route I found two enthusiastic, mustachioed gentlemen carrying beer. One of which was my roommate and the other Mr. Adam Beadel himself. OUR Host, Yes!
Girls love four dollar bottles of Champagne -kinoko
We got to the house and kids were lined up down the street, hella of fix gear bikes and drunk hipsters. The girl with her bottle of Cook's is the first shot I took. Mental note; girls love cheap Champagne. I just learned now that blond hair is supposed to get you into coke circles faster, but I didn't get called in. White belts weren't coveting the yay though, because I had complaints from other kids about being offered excessive amounts. This house is three or four stories, But I can not even be sure. There was party happening in every square inch. It was the pleasure/confusion chaos that only Lacan can really write about.
Lacanian Jouissance on Capitol Hill, Seattle -kinoko
Everyone I have ever met was at this party. On gaurd. Slats was on the porch text messaging. A dance party in the dining room led out through several rooms of the house. I was reminded of the parties we see in movies when you think, "this isn't what a real party looks like." Lovers were on the roof, Hoolahoopers were in the yard, drunk cyclists were begging me to feel up their bodacious calves.
I retrieved to the back patio to hear a political discussion regarding the recent seizure and shut down of Seattl's Zine Library (ZAPP) by the literary non-profit organization, Richard Hugo House.
"It's the Hugo-Hostage!" I was told.
Seattle zinestress, D.Wharhola, added to this fevered discussion a shout of, "WE HAVE THE PASSION!"
Which began cries of "WE HAVE IT!!!" heard from the yard.
I eventually rolled out of this party, regretting that for some strange reason I had not taken my bicycle with me. So thank you to the sexy kid with the fixy that walked me half way home through the rain at 6am. The walking meditation did me well. Thank you Mr. Beadel for hosting an outstanding event. And Ms. Gabriella, thanks for warming me up with your cozy cocktail event. See you all Wednesday night!
Bringin' it with the Remixes. Cheers!
your blogger (kinoko) with DJ Sam -unknown
Miami vice mustache party member -kinoko
I was invited to an early Cocktail Party at a cap hill condo with a view of a pool and the Space needle. Our hostess took generous care of her guests with an overflow of bar, tea lights and laptop dj. Only once did I see the dj go to his computer. He cued the Justice track "D.A.N.C.E." (original version). Everyone I talk to about this track tells me they had to listen several times before they were feelin' it. At least the video is fun. I found, on another blog ,remixes by Masterkraft and Tittsworth Rmx.mp3 that are a lot more refreshing.
Less Than Zero-Seattle Condos & Cocktails -kinoko
By midnight it was time to roll to this Miami Vice Mansion Mustache Party thing. After making sure my drunken amie got on his bus ok, I treaded up the hill. On route I found two enthusiastic, mustachioed gentlemen carrying beer. One of which was my roommate and the other Mr. Adam Beadel himself. OUR Host, Yes!
Girls love four dollar bottles of Champagne -kinoko
We got to the house and kids were lined up down the street, hella of fix gear bikes and drunk hipsters. The girl with her bottle of Cook's is the first shot I took. Mental note; girls love cheap Champagne. I just learned now that blond hair is supposed to get you into coke circles faster, but I didn't get called in. White belts weren't coveting the yay though, because I had complaints from other kids about being offered excessive amounts. This house is three or four stories, But I can not even be sure. There was party happening in every square inch. It was the pleasure/confusion chaos that only Lacan can really write about.
Lacanian Jouissance on Capitol Hill, Seattle -kinoko
Everyone I have ever met was at this party. On gaurd. Slats was on the porch text messaging. A dance party in the dining room led out through several rooms of the house. I was reminded of the parties we see in movies when you think, "this isn't what a real party looks like." Lovers were on the roof, Hoolahoopers were in the yard, drunk cyclists were begging me to feel up their bodacious calves.
I retrieved to the back patio to hear a political discussion regarding the recent seizure and shut down of Seattl's Zine Library (ZAPP) by the literary non-profit organization, Richard Hugo House.
"It's the Hugo-Hostage!" I was told.
Seattle zinestress, D.Wharhola, added to this fevered discussion a shout of, "WE HAVE THE PASSION!"
Which began cries of "WE HAVE IT!!!" heard from the yard.
I eventually rolled out of this party, regretting that for some strange reason I had not taken my bicycle with me. So thank you to the sexy kid with the fixy that walked me half way home through the rain at 6am. The walking meditation did me well. Thank you Mr. Beadel for hosting an outstanding event. And Ms. Gabriella, thanks for warming me up with your cozy cocktail event. See you all Wednesday night!
Bringin' it with the Remixes. Cheers!
your blogger (kinoko) with DJ Sam -unknown
Miami Vice Mustache Collage! -kinoko
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