No...
There are a lot more people making fun of you at Rapture than just Hattie and I.
You are "big people" now.
Lots of people laugh at you.
I'm very proud.

Well I packed up the ex and her new and shipped them off to Paris to join the Big Art group for their show there. Now I'm just cleaning the hotel before my friend Derek arrives. We've got a big weekend coming up with lots of brits flying in as well as purple pants. Moer later...

Alright so where were we? Oh right, ex wife gone, Del arrives...

Well, last Thursday my friend Del arrives from NYC and thus begins a weekend of booze, boys, and bailar-ing. Also in town was Mykl (aka Purple Pants), Riccardo, 5 of his Italian friends, Jaynie, her gf Helen so now that everyone has left I'd like to climb into a cave and sleep for 3 days. It was a fab weekend beginning with Thursday night going to this cute party called Boombox at the Apollo. It is sort of Barcelona's answer to the Misshapes. Me and Reuben were definitely the oldest people there by 5 years. But you know it's good to be around that young innocent energy. Hopefully we can suck up some of their life force to be used at a later date. Friday night Del and I djed in the Pop Bar at Razzmatazz. The Pop Bar is just as it sounds, anything goes musically. So we composed a playlist of all our guilty pleasures and some fierce stuff as well. The crowd seemed to really enjoy it although there were a few "Huh???" moments, I must confess. Let's just say playing the Bad Boy remix of "Fantasy" by Mariah Carey in the Pop Bar does not have the same effect as playing it for 6 strippers at the Pussycat Lounge. But hey, nothing ventured nothing gained. Here's a few pics from the night. They're a bit blurry because the flash on my camera is pretty offensive so I hate to use it.

Jaynie and Helen

The Girls: Riccardo, Keyan, Mykl, and the ghost of Jakob

Me and Del in the Dj Booth. If only you could see our pupils, BAH!

ANd I forgot to tell you, the most amazing thing happened when I walked into the Pop Bar to start the night. Look who showed up out of the blue...

You may remember him from such clubs as Jungle in Lausanne.

Is it Justin Timberlake?

Close Daddy. Have yet to see the trousersnake. In fact, I've seen more of his flesh on his myspace than in real life. Getting a bit frustrating. We've been spending the past 3 afternoons together and he seems to like me. It's interesting because I speak french to him and he speaks english to me. But I still don't know how to explain "classic whore" to him in french. I mean, whoever heard of dating someone before you had sex???

Maybe you should just say... Comme CoCo Chanel?

Maybe he's a chubby chaser.

Just start to grope for what ever got lost in translation.

Good advice. Going dancing with him now before I have to get on a plane. He's got 3.5 hours to make it happen....

Ok so frenchie was super cute and made up for all previous non action dates.

HOWEVER my trip really went pear-shaped. I got on the flight and had everything under control (or so I thought). I arrived 14 hours later in Sao Paolo only to have customs tell me I needed a visa, an actual piece of paper (sweetie). Now, having done a bit of travelling I had made sure to check that all paperwork was sorted before I left spain and I was assured everything was in order. But border patrol was not featuring it so they literally stuck me on the next flight BACK to Spain (via Amsterdam, and no I didn't get any puff puff puff time there). ANd on the way back KLM lost my bag. Hopefully it will turn up by tomorrow. I'm actually not as veklempt (sp?) as one would think after such an ordeal. One reason being that I was paid in full before leaving spain so at least I didn't lose the money for the gig but this was such an important job in my mind. I mean it's Pacha in Brasil. I know we joke about their postings but for me this was gonna open the doors to play all over South America. Maybe that can still happen but talk about bursting your bubble! One good thing to come out of this mess is that I get 2 more nights with frenchie. Always look on the bright side....

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Nightmare sweetie.

But I'm glad Frenchie is finally giving you some Ooh La La.

I almost forgot, here's my picture from Brasil...

Well it's getting down to the final days of my trip here en Espagne. Last week I got a bit depressed but now I'm just excited to get home and see everyone and then in 2 months hopefully return to Barcelona in my new apartment that I'll share with Keyan. Today he and I are going to look at a few places. "Any little rat-hole on 10th Ave..." is my apt hunting motto but Keyan has standards. He he he.

This past weekend I popped up to London to visit some friends and do some record shopping. I got to go to Duckie (my fave London party at the Vauxhall Tavern) where Dina Martina was the performer. I had never seen her before and she was quite amazing and had the crowd in her hands. She started with a version of "Devil Went Down To Georgie" as if it were being done by Dianne Weist. And then a sick medley of Greatest Love of ALl/You Spin Me Round which I believe is floating around on youtube.

At 1:30 I bid adieu to the Duckie gals and hoppped over the road to Fire to meet, yes you guessed it, Frenchie! He just so happened to be in London for one night the weekend I was there. Odd, huh? Well, always a glutton for punishment I had to go meet him at one of the most drug-fucked parties I've ever been to. Fire is a whole lotta fun....once or twice a year. I don't know how those queens do it every week, and a lot of em aint younger than me. AT 5:30am I scraped myself off the dancefloor kissed Frenchie goodbye and headed home to sleep before going back to BCN. Here are some pics....

The Door at Duckie...

And look who also turned up in London this weekend thanks to Victoria's Secret. Yes, everybody's favorite scarf designer Todd Thomas (left) and his friend Neil!