BabyDork does NY (of some sort)

This is how I started out the New Year...wide eyed and speculative. Looking everywhere for the signs of what is to come, dancing till my toes went numb and little glowing balls of fun seemed to be emerging from no where looking like post- apocalyptic suns setting over artificial yonder.

New Years eve started on a rapid transit train. With my dear rabid post apocalyptic friend Liz, (who in her own words: hopes to one day eat her own brain)... myself, and few other scoundrels staged a take over of the train with a live band, streamers, and way too many happy face balloons. Determined to cause some fun and randomness we threw a party where ever our feet found us. This fantastic and hilarious couple were among the many famously fabulous - each sporting megaphones they joked over loud speaker about how much their marriage had improved since they had given them to each other as birthday gifts.


From one end of the train the Mr. grumbled over his megaphone to his Mrs. "Honey, can you pass the toilet paper, we've run out of streamers down here." And every fifteen minutes they barked a count down, demanding everyone kiss a stranger cause "It's New Years somewhere on this planet!"

Course, the night would not have been complete without a trip to a local tattoo parlour, some flirting with fetish beasties, hard boiled brats and a couple of wild cats...my friend C. got into some fierce conversation at the Fall Gallery before we all headed over to Rinse for some dubstep and drum&bass. I lost myself for a couple of hours in music and massage.

Indeed, divinity can be found in rhythm.

Unfortunately, despite leaving the Flux club feeling reborn into a new year, after a good night of getting down. I was smacked with the cold wintery realization that mysogyny, poverty and 'E' are still as popular as ever in 2008. Waiting for something new to awake... for a new kind of altered state is still yet ahead in 2008. Peace peoples...meditate, salivate, create find something new to define our fate.