Plenty of love muscle was on display at Sound Factory Sunday night for the packed Alegria party. (Credit: Parzham/GreatPartyPics.com)
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By Rachel Kramer Bussel
Friday, July 04, 2003
I’M PROBABLY TEMPTING FATE BY writing about Bust Magazine’s 10th
anniversary party at the Coral Room, the swanky new aquarium-themed bar brought
to us by the creator of Beauty Bar. Not because the party was bad; on the contrary,
it was exceptional, but I was a wee bit tipsy. After knocking back several delicious
cosmos, we oohed and aahed over the live mermaid who swam around, occasionally
with a nipple peeking out of one of her shimmery outfits.
Bust was celebrating 10 years of publishing with their “Gay Men We Love” and
the party featured such performers as *BOB*, Murray Hill, and Pink Steel, along
with a fetching goodie bag.
And with not quite as much pizzazz but still lovely nonetheless, Elizabeth
Elmore of rock band the Reputation treated her fans to a very intimate show
in the Northsix basement, where there swam only one lonely fish in the meager
aquarium.
Dressed simply in a white tank top and jeans, she sat down with an acoustic
guitar, eyes closed, and sang classics from her old band Sarge like queer lust
paean “Fast Girls,” and covered Prince’s “When U Were
Mine.”
The new bar Ruby Lounge certainly lives up to its name, with red, red, red
everywhere, from the lush curtains to the walls to many of their colorful martinis
which come in such excellent flavors as chocolate, lemon drop and watermelon.
The opening befit such a suave, sophisticated locale where the black-clad wait
staff served us delicacies such as figs wrapped in bacon.
I understand things not always starting on time. But the promised Star Gossip
night at Remote Lounge did not get started anywhere near the 10 p.m. listed
start time, so we drank our cosmos and got hit on impossibly boring guys.
It was midnight by the time Michael Musto arrived to dish the gossip, and
we had to head over to Arlene’s Grocery to watch Audio Fiction (www.audiofiction.org)
rock the night away with songs such as “Tick Tock” and one with
the gorgeous line “she’s still got her fingers inside you.”
So I’m still waiting for my fill of star gossip, although a little birdie
did tell me that a certain blonde pop songstress recently got winded in a kickboxing
class at Crunch.
MADONNA PROVES NOT JUST HER love but her relevance to the gay community as
Pyramid kicked off Pride weekend with their annual Madonna-thon, where many
dressed in various incarnations, including writer Bree Coven who shined in
her plaid skirt and studded collar.
I just want to say how much I love the Dyke March, where I got to pass out
Twizzlers and stickers my friend Adriana made proclaiming everything from “Lesbolicious” to “Hottie” to
the one I put on my girlfriend, “Pure Sugar.”
It’s like a party in the street where we get to take over New York for
a few brief moments. My only complaint is that it seems to end much too quickly.
Maybe Le Tigre will immortalize this year’s in a song, too. Afterwards,
we took our musical talent over to Planet Rose Karaoke. The bouncer asked about
the truth of my “I Fuck Better” T-shirt before asking if we were
part of a bachelorette party.
I told him we’d just come from the Dyke March and he just nodded, nonplussed.
Mimi Ferraro dedicated Christian Aguilera’s “Fighter” to
everyone who had just marched, which was a fitting tribute to a gorgeous, Prideful
day.
Rachel Kramer Bussel can be reached at blade@rachelkramerbussel.com
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