As my time clock still goes through various stages of setting and resetting, I’ve managed to a least get out to a few clubs here and there. I Love House Music Wednesdays celebrated their 1 year anniversary at The Note, and they had the place packed to capacity. Friday was Little Louie Vega at Zentra… I was only there for 5 minutes and I have never seen the club so crowded in my life. ‘I hope there’s no fire’ I think to myself – talk about sardines freshly packed. Both were great parties. I heard some of my friends took Louie Vega to an afterset, which surprised me since he didn’t strike me as the afterset/grimey type of guy. But I heard he was extremely cool and down-to-earth.

Saturday night I hit up Generator, Smart Bar, Tini Martini and finally Ohm. I am so exhausted and still have to take more pictures for the magazine deadline. But I love the upstairs of Ohm on a Saturday night!

Reality check: I wake up Sunday morning to a very flooded bathroom, and struggle to mop up what looks like a growing house pond. My house guest watches my (questionable) domestic struggles indifferently, not bothering to help or ask if I’m ok. He then asks me if I’m going to be grumpy all day because he doesn’t want his day ruined by my stress. It is moments like these where I realize that I must be a closet masochist, because I should be hanging out with people who want to help me and who give a shit about me. Note to self: look at self in mirror 3x a day and say “I love me.” or “I love you.” We thrive on emotional S&M.

In the afternoon I go see this chick flick movie called Holiday, which was actually an excellent movie. It’s about 2 girls who try to get away and forget their ex-assholes, so they exchange houses over the Christmas holidays. It was just the movie I needed to see. Of course the men they meet were a little too perfect, to the point of prince charming status, but hey. We can all dream and hope can’t we?

Later that night I hit up the MLK parties at The Dating Game, Farley at Ohm and Betty’s Blue Star. All were pretty quiet, because the nasty cold and rain dampened people’s party moods. I didn’t care I was out and about like a trooper, partying with my dancer friends all night.

Happy Martin Luther King day!