Flash Back : Summer of 2008

Things that come to mind…

Party spot: The Fur Den
Drink: Gin/Cooks Champagne
Smell: Dragons Blood
Song: To Fast For Love
Book: Peter Pan
Animal: Horse
Feeling: Raging Love

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Flash Back: Billy’s White Trash Hair Show

This was so much fun!! My dear friend Billy Bones other wise known as Mallory Fry had her very own hair salon for a time which she threw some pretty awesome hair shows for. First being the White Trash Hair Show!! It was such a blast we drank beer all night long, blacked out our teeth, got trashy and faked some pregnancies. The photos turned out fucking hilarious thanks to Keith Johnson who always does a lovely job capturing the ridiculous. Here are the ones I have left on my computer.


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I’m so excited im going to N.Y.C. next Wednesday for the first time in five years!! My best friend and pretty much brother/gay husband Lyell Rose was sweet enough to buy me a plan ticket to come along with him. I can only imagine all the fun we are going to have!! Of course all of this reminded me of the last time I was in that amazing city and I thought I would share some photos from the trip. Hope you enjoy.

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Guns n Roses 18th Birthday Party

Its been forever since I did a party post…in fact I believe I only ever did one. For those of you who didn’t read that post, I have decided to share some photos and stories from the wild parties in Seattle back in the day.

My 18th Birthday and the Guns and Roses party was a night to remember, or forget….if you were drinking as much as I. For me it started early on in the day getting ready at my friend’s house. I had just come back from SF where I scored an amazing pair of fake snake-skin pants that actually looked pretty real. I got all Axled out and then went to watch my high schools play. My friend Billy Bones picked me up after with her sweet motorcycle. We made a make shift seat on the back for me and we speed off into the night. It was a long and exhilarating ride to the party which was deep in Rainer beach. As we pulled up in front of the house she revved the engine and the crowd outside turned and looked at us as we dismounted in a hair metal disarray.

The party was already pretty packed, which impressed me seeing as it was far away from anything else. I had really wanted to drink night train that night, but hadn’t thought of it enough in advance so I settled with champagne and vodka instead. I was highly entertained seeing all of the outfits my friends where wearing who had dressed up. There was a general agreement that everyone looked hotter all trashed out. The bands began playing, sadly I don’t remember the first two bands names but they where good.

The party broke to a whole new thresh hold of insanity once Sioux City Pete and The Beggars started to play. Their dark and heavy rock n’ roll was all we needed to let go. We were packed into a small basement dancing and sweating as one huge crowed, arms around each other and smiles across our faces.

Whenever The Beggars played back in the day it usually involved the crowed getting partially naked. I believe Lexi the guitarist at the time would slip out of her little black dress into her bar and underwear and then Pete would take his shirt off and yell into the crowd how hot it was and that everyone should get naked!! There was always a pack of us girls who would shed our shirts in an instant, the boys so inspired would soon follow. It was all a mass of messy fun seeing as a fucking pipe broke during the set, flooding the floor with water. We didn’t care though, we kept on dancing and rocking.

After the show was over I became aware that my snake-skin pants had indeed decided to shed their skin, and that there was a big split up the back of my ass. I figured it was probably time to head home after that but first I crawled through the grass in the back yard laughing and telling my best friend Echo that I was a tiger…I hope no one besides her saw….

The next morning I woke up and went to get dressed and couldn’t find my shirt anywhere. All of a sudden a cloud of doom appeared over my head. I called up my friend Gretchen asking “Um…did I leave the party with a shirt on last night?” She laughed and said “No. You did not.” I was pretty embarrassed that I had apparently just run around the party in my bra and GnR jacket for an hour or so after the band had finished playing. I waited in dread of the photos that would turn up and see how absolutely wasted I would look in them. Luckily Keith Johnson is an amazing photographer and only put the good ones up. All and all it was pretty hair metal even if it wasn’t my usual behavior.

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Get ready…..

Don’t fake it baby, lay the real thing on me
The church of man, love
Is such a holy place to be
Make me baby, make me know you really care

The last ever Bowiemas is upon us! It’s been a wonderful 8 years celebrating and dancing with you, and I look forward to seeing you all on the dance floor in your finest Bowie attire, one last time.

When: Saturday, January 7, 2012 at 10:00pm until Sunday, January 8, 2012 at 2:00pm

Doors at 10

Costume contest 11:30

The Midnight Mass

Dancing all night

And a whole lot of insanity!!!!!

21 + Tickets on sale begining the 26th at moksha or through Raton Rose. They will most likely sell out so get them while you can.



p.s. here are some photos of bowiemas over the years!!

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Disposable Camera # Fifteen

Some photos of the last week or so. Lots from Echos Birthday at Vito’s (my new favorite bar) and some at the cha cha. A few good ones from an amazing night with Ursula Rose….I  so want her Keith Richards t-shirt I’m wearing in the photos!!! I guess I was lucky enough to sleep in it for one night.

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Goodbye Villa Villekulla!!!

Tennessee and I had to say our bitter-sweet goodbyes to our magical and cursed apartment this last Thursday. Let me give you some back round on Villa Villekulla…. This apartment exists inside of  a white and pale blue building called the Ellenburt from the 1920s. Every person who stepped into that apartment while we where living there experienced a sudden and lovely, calm and pleasant feeling thick in the air. Lots of people voiced their observation of what nice energy the apartment had. The funny paradox of this is that the apartment has a curse on it. We joked about it at first but after further conversation with tenants it seemed to be quite real. So what is this curse I speak of?? Well it seems that any couple who moves in breaks up within the first two weeks. Tennessee divorced her ex-husband the second week of living there. When she moved out, my boyfriend and I moved in and he left me within the first two weeks….Tennessee and I were beginning to think that it was just our apartment, but we were mistaken; after speaking to our upstairs neighbor we had discovered that he had also broken up with his ex within the first two weeks of living there. Shortly after that, another of our friends moved in upstairs and the same thing happened to her!!! We also realized that after Tennessee moved back into the apartment with me her romance that she was having at the time ended two weeks after living there. Some crazy stuff man!!

Who knows what this curse is really trying to do or who it was who put it there. Some people think it’s the witchy land lady but I feel like it’s something older. Who knows who has lived in that building over the last 90 years? The strange thing is how lovely the apartment is and what amazing times are had there!! We called it Villa Villekulla because we felt like Pippi Longstockings  living there: being silly girls and doing what ever we pleased no matter how ridiculous it was.  Looking back on it now we realized we should have called it Heartbreak Hotel instead….

Here are some photos!!