As I mentioned in my answer to yesterday’s questionnaire, Devon and I partied up the New Year in a Speakeasy. We found out about the party through our friend Christine, who is in a burlesque troop that was performing at it. We were given a phone number that released a recorded message on New Year’s Eve afternoon with the details of the party. And directions on how to proceed. Knock once on the unmarked door. Close the door behind you. Don’t congregate outside. Casablanca/1920s theme. etc….
So yes. It was a private party held at an abandoned warehouse with no power or running water. (Hello, indoor porta-potties.) They had no liquor or gambling licenses, they served alcohol past 2am, smoking was allowed indoors and they didn’t card people, so there was probably underage drinking. So basically everything was totally illegal. The lemur would have been in hog heaven if we would have let him come. 
It was an awesome party. It was only $10 per person, while all of the other parties around Seattle were around $35. It went from 10pm to 6am with cheap drinks, gambling and lots of entertainment. When we got there the entertainment was a guy with an accordion who was playing covers of popular songs in an Irish folky style. I especially enjoyed his rendition of Outkast’s “Hey-YA”. He also managed to start a tickle mosh-pit. Something that Devon and I had never seen. But yeah. The accordion guy was fabulous.
Christine’s burlesque troop was fantastic with even more fantastic outfits. There was also a big band that marched in playing polka-y/jazz music. Maybe 10 musicians, with tubas and trombones and horns and everything. I was a little skeptical that they would play stuff that was dance-able, but they were totally rocking out, and everyone was dancing. Later there was a great DJ that was spinning re-mixes of newer-songs mixed with totally different genres, which was a lot of fun.
Everyone was totally wasted.. except for me… and Devon… and Christine…. I had expected that I would end up drinking more, but i found it more fun to make fun of the drunken dancing instead. A few highlights… “Spastic-flailing guy” who kept throwing his limbs around, totally off-beat and doing back bends as well as bouncing his body off of various surfaces(the wall, the floor, the stage). Also, not to be forgotten, was this older lady, in her 30′s maybe, who was really messed up on something. She was way too out of it to just be drunk. Her dancing style can really only be described as “a drunken interpretive robot”. Good times. Good times.
Anyways. We danced and partied until 2.30am when we decided to call it a night. The party was still going strong. But yeah. I had the most fun that I’ve had in a while. And thankfully our evening at the Speakeasy didn’t end in us getting mugshots.
Happy 2007 everyone!
