Motherfucker Party, Labor Day Style

For those who don’t know, every holiday weekend a bunch of quasi-gendered freakazoids throw a party called Motherfucker. The party is in a different club each time, and features a band at midnight followed by DJs spinning a combination of rock, punk, and some techno until the early hours of the morning. The parties generally have different themes depending on the holiday, however when we rolled by this past Labor Day weekend one was not noticable.

We rolled into Eugenes on 24th St. around 11:30PM because we were very interested in catching local smooth techno-rockers, Outhud at midninght. As we strolled past infamous door bitch “Thomas” (catch his aggro-homo attitute Saturday nights outside Mishapes Party in the West Village), and Merlin the gigantic black photographer (lastnightsparty.com) we realized the party was still pretty empty. Still, we hit the main dance floor and showed off our somewhat embarrasing dance moves as we waited for the band to hit the stage. As the crowd thickened it was all we could do to avoid making bodily contact with underage boys making out with each other and underage girls surprisingly interested in making out with us in passing. Finally, preceded by a moving speech from a large black transvestite, we were treated to Outhud’s set. By now the place was completely packed and soon the whole place was a sweaty dance fest. Also, thankfully, there were many more heterosexual women around at this point to dance with.

After the band finished we ventured throughout the rest of this surprisingly extensive club. Two other dance rooms featured a change up from the traditional garage and punk being spun upstairs. By about 3AM most of us were completely danced out and wanted nothing more than to chow down on a slice of Joe’s pizza, but making our way through the main dance floor we somehow got caught up in a massive throw down to the beat of the Strokes’ “Hard to Explain.” Soon we were outdoors however, where, while observing a very young girl unknowingly expose what was beneth her mini skirt to pretty much anyone who looked, we ran into a group of fellow danksters who worked on convincing us to come back inside for more partying. We were very close to giving in when said exposed girl walked over to where we were and puked on the pavement right next to us. Seeing this we quickly made up our minds that it was time for pizza (but not before getting the guy she was with to admit he was still gonna “hit it.”)

In summation, Motherfucker parties are pretentious, full of freaks, and inconsistant in their enjoyability. Still, this particular night lived up to all its hedonistic expectations, the venue was good (the usual striped buttondown soldiers who frequent the place were predictably absent that night), and the music rocked.

Dankster Rating: 8.5/10

Sep 07, 2005 | Categories: Parties | 1 Comment »

A Dankster Infiltration

The answer: yes. The question: do celebrities like to hang out in high-end clothing stores while being served hoers devours and drinks?
Last night I swung by the Louis Vuitton store on Greene St. in Soho for a party thrown by Interview Magazine. “Honored guests” included Pharrell Williams of the Neptunes and Nigo (whoever the hell that is). The party was a pretty good time all in all. There were tasty foods being pushed on us by absurdly tall wannabe actor/model waiter types, including a delicious truffle grilled cheese bite of some sort that apparently made my breath smell less than wonderful. Granted, no self-respecting dankster would be caught dead wearing something from this store. As my date noted while examining a pair of pumps that probably sold for several hundred dollars, “these look like a pair of Candie’s from the mid-nineties with ‘LV’ stamped all over them.” Nevertheless, I’m not above accepting free champagne and Belvedere vodka, so we hung out for a while. It paid off because I got to shake Beastie Boy Mike D’s hand, spied filmmaker Spike Lee, and ran into my old friend Annie Hathaway who looked princess-like as always. Also spotted Paul Banks of Interpol, as well as members of LES rock bands Unisex Salon and Saints+Lovers.
The party started to go downhill once the back area was roped off to accommodate Jay-Z and various entourages, although my date was able to sneak through to ask for a picture. Unfortunately H.O.V.A. turned her down apparently for fear of getting Beyonce jealous.
Although this shindig never really got of the ground, it was a great time for the dankster who loves to consume free booze and snacks while staring at gigantic, tacky pieces of luggage.

Dankster rating: 6.5/10

Jun 05, 2005 | Categories: Parties | Leave A Comment »