It’s been too long since I’ve updated you, but I have still been posting sets to iTunes. Hope you enjoy them. The links do require iTunes to work. The links section on the right is also up to date.

For the moment, Lounge 15 will be the last in this series. I am going forward with a new concept. You’ll see it soon. And…do you want to be Guest Room v.5? Hit me up.

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Guest Room 4,    Lounge 11,    Lounge 12

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Lounge 13,    Lounge 14,    Lounge 15

Well, it’s never a party without the up’s and down’s. And it’s never a bar without the family of bartenders, barbacks, DJ’s, chefs, and bouncers. Oh and let’s not forget the owners. PREFACE: What you are about to read is my hung-over and tainted rant. I recognize fully that last night, being Halloween weekend, is the most unique party weekend of the year and large cause for the chain of events that made me sour and bitter this morning. We had bleed-over from a bar down the street whose clientel isn’t exactly the most polite. They are actually quite demanding. But I actually still had a great time.

Last night at Science Club was a great success. Here are the fun and not-so-fun highlights.

I (Doctor Feelgood) met The Rex Monday (Trucker) at Mackeys for dinner. Ate half of my sandwich…it wasn’t the yummiest thing in the world. He gave me advice on the soup I will attempt making for the cold weather.

Got to Science Club to discover that two people had already been there and left. Apparently drunk enough that they PULLED the door open and nearly broke a lock. One of the waitresses (Corpse Bride) was there by herself with those goons. Lucky nothing happened.

The cool German chef made Jameson soaked strawberries. He also let me borrow his authentic stethescope for my doctor costume. He’s a paramedic.

One of the waitresses (Hot Nurse) took a picture with me getting shot with a needle in the ass. Hilarious. Pics to come.

My loving partner (Boo) called to tell me the dog was limping. I agreed he should stay home and keep an eye on her. So he wasn’t there when……..

The Rex Monday (Trucker) told me he wasn’t feeling well, wasn’t feelin the party 100%, and wanted to go. He went home sick with my encouragement and well-wishes.

Alone and not feeling it either, I tried my best to wade through all of the 80’s-wanting debutants and Zoe’s that really wanted to hear something along the lines of “Come On Eileen” and “Never Gonna Give You Up”. I explained politely to no less than 10 or 11 people that this is a LOUNGE. We (at least Rex and I) don’t play Vanilla Ice. I did, however, appease them with Bel Biv Devoe’s “Posion” to shut them the hell up with a smile. (It was fun…also managed to sneak in a live performance of Vogue.)

Someone actually asked me if I could play some oldies. Like…the kind of shit you used to hear on Oldies-104 before it became “The New z104″ with a setlist of horrible fake-techno and pop-house.

Maybe 5 people I knew showed up, one of whom is a co-worker who I HEART. But I am starting to feel the sour taste of marketing instead of the sweet one. I really need to figure out a way to get people out. I don’t want to have to write these queens an email that says “look fucker, it’s not a straight bar or a gay bar, just SHOW UP and I SWEAR you will have a great time with the prices and eye-candy.” I mean…FUCK. I know I shouldn’t feel kinda sore, but I do. A lot of people have this nasty habt of sayin “yeah I’ll stop by” when they really don’t mean it. And I hate liars.

Bartender (the adorable and much sought-after by many disappointed gay guys off-duty Michael Meyers) showed up and scared the hell out of me in the DJ booth, so I got my scare on. He also liked the music, and his opinion is very important to me.

The bartenders (Mario & Luigi) liked the music. Another bartender (J-Ho), for whom I always play Jill Scott, also liked the music.

Bouncer (no costume) took the stethescope from me. In all the drunken confusion, it didn’t really register until this morning. So I have a couple frantic texts out to the owners (Baby Doll and … Middle Eastern Monk???) to remind him if they see him. I feel bad cuz the chef trusted me with it. I hope the bouncer actually managed to give it back to him. Wish me luck guys, I don’t wanna have to buy him another one cuz something like that has sentimental value.

Bartender (Luigi) crash-coursed me in the current lounge soaps and politics, so I feel like a full-fledged member of the family. As I was leaving, he uttered the words “ya know, Aaron is a great guy…” I’m not sure if he knows I heard him but it was really fuckin sweet to hear it regardless. I know he actually meant it.

I feel like the my music sucked, but people loved it. THE REX MONDAY totally had his musical shit together, just wanna throw that out there. I am starting to get tired of my self-depreciating opinion, but am I not supposed to like it too? Isn’t that part of the point? I certainly hope I’m not becoming a jaded DJ after all these years. (Ha!)

I missed having The Rex Monday with me. I love having him with me very much. And when he’s gone, The Vodka Manx just isn’t complete. And A-Ron the DJ gets tired QUICK. I can’t tell you how exhausted I am today. (laugh) But it was worth it. I know the road to our Vodka Manx goals is going to be long and hard. (Yeah go ahead. Comment THAT.)

AND TO CAP IT ALL OFF….two cabs refused to take me home based on where I was going, which is only a 10 minute stint on the subway at best. EVEN HAD THEIR DOORS LOCKED so I couldn’t get in. Stupid fuckers. So I walked up to three cops and said “umm…hey…correct me if I’m wrong but aren’t they supposed to take me where I want to go, wherever it is?” The cop agreed and told me to make sure he knew when I found a cab so he could reinforce that. So I get in the third cab finally and THIS fucker complains about where we are going…talkin bout “I was hoping I could get this and that out of the way and now you’re making me go home”. Apparently where I live is close to where he lives.

NOTE TO DC CABS – I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT WHAT YOU WANT TO BE DOING AT 4AM. YOUR JOB IS TO TAKE ME FROM POINT A TO POINT B AND NOT SAY A FUCKING WORD ABOUT IT. IT’S THE LAW. So to the ass-hats who locked their doors and kept me from gettin home to my boo sooner, I hope you got a flat tire last night. Had I the depth, I would have written down your numbers and reported your punk-asses for breaking the laws of the taxi-cab comission.

The Rex Monday and I cast a spell on Science Club
for their 1st Annual Halloween Costume Bash!

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Tell yer mom ‘n’ dem….

From Obee -

“Aaron – I had a funny experience this morning that I thought you and your readers would enjoy. I was walking down 14th Street on way to the subway and was stopped at a red light by this large middle-aged black woman. She was sorta dressed up like Hyacinth from Keeping Up Appearances. So she says to me, she says…”Excuse me, Madonna.” I ignored her as I usually would. But then she was persistent! “Excuse me, Madonna! Why did you take my baby? Madonna, why did you take my baby from me?” I apologized and told her it was a little too early in the day for me to be dealing with crazy. Then I went on my way. Bizarre!”

People with umbrellas on a day like this should piss off. It is NOT a downpour. You can make it three blocks to your fucking office building and survive a few tiny drops without a fucking umbrella. Fuck.

For the record, readers….I still have both eyes.

The Rex Monday hasn’t spoken in ages!! I know you all must be having a fit. But don’t worry. You at least have me…. *cough*

He is alive and well. He has just been having a problem with his ISP…which is currently being hashed out, but not fixed yet. I told him he needs to go Comcastic….

But no really, you may not have heard from him anyway. There is something else!! He and I have been in deep meditation for the lot of you to finally have a Vodka Manx CD. The tracks are being decided upon as I type this. He and I meet tomorrow to plan it all out. The production will be completed within weeks. Start gettin yer hopes up More soon.