Party Like It's 1989
If you've ever been out with me, you know that I love Imeanmothingfucking LOVE to dance. But I'm not one of those girls who can stand dancing up against guys. Get the hell off me, you have no rhythm and I do. I need space, room to maneuver and shake and pop and/or lock. But that's hard to come by in clubs.
So imagine my delight when I was invited to last week's opening of Culture Club, which was a hotspot in the 80s that had been shuttered until now. Debbie Gibson—yes, that Debbie Gibson—bought it and revamped it.
She hosted the party last night and sang "Shake Your Love" and my 7 year old self who got her cassette for Christmas was pretty psyched.
Admittedly though, I actually don't particularly fancy the 80s. Even as a child, I knew that the styles grown-ups were wearing and the weird synth music they were listening to was goddamned awful, but I played along.
But last night was SO MUCH FUN. For one, I took Christine who is the best dancer I've ever seen and goes balls-out on the dancefloor even more than I do.
Chrissy busts a move in a dance-off with a Jewish banker who was dominating the dancefloor
Two, we drank funny shots named things like the Ghostbuster and the Vanilla Ice. As I mentioned on Twitter, the Ronald Reagan shot looked the best but out of principle, I refused to order it.
Three, not only was everyone dancing—except that twat Kou rtney Kardashian who refused to get up from her perch in the back, loser—but they were dancing for the pure joy of dancing. No one was trying to grind on each other or be pervy.
Quote of the night was courtesy of Chrissy: "There are LOT of people are looking for dance battles here. Not hookups, just dance battles."
Eighties music doesn't really lend itself to rubbing your boner on some unsuspecting girl, and for that, Culture Club, you are now my new favorite place to party. Radical!
Whiten your teeth before you go; blacklight is everywhere
So imagine my delight when I was invited to last week's opening of Culture Club, which was a hotspot in the 80s that had been shuttered until now. Debbie Gibson—yes, that Debbie Gibson—bought it and revamped it.
She hosted the party last night and sang "Shake Your Love" and my 7 year old self who got her cassette for Christmas was pretty psyched.
Debbie G dancing with Dennis Quaid from the 80s, I think
Admittedly though, I actually don't particularly fancy the 80s. Even as a child, I knew that the styles grown-ups were wearing and the weird synth music they were listening to was goddamned awful, but I played along.
Don't adjust your monitor...that was really the color of my lipstick
But last night was SO MUCH FUN. For one, I took Christine who is the best dancer I've ever seen and goes balls-out on the dancefloor even more than I do.
Chrissy busts a move in a dance-off with a Jewish banker who was dominating the dancefloor
Chrissy busts a move in a dance-off with a Jewish banker who was dominating the dancefloor
Two, we drank funny shots named things like the Ghostbuster and the Vanilla Ice. As I mentioned on Twitter, the Ronald Reagan shot looked the best but out of principle, I refused to order it.
Don't ask what's in the Amy Fisher shot...
Three, not only was everyone dancing—except that twat Kou rtney Kardashian who refused to get up from her perch in the back, loser—but they were dancing for the pure joy of dancing. No one was trying to grind on each other or be pervy.
Quote of the night was courtesy of Chrissy: "There are LOT of people are looking for dance battles here. Not hookups, just dance battles."
Eighties music doesn't really lend itself to rubbing your boner on some unsuspecting girl, and for that, Culture Club, you are now my new favorite place to party. Radical!
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