fatphilb said:Dr Mick said:McRackin said:why wet?![]()
That's for girls. The guys' room is called hard.
Ahahahaha... sorry but this is funny![]()
And the Buckfast crack wasn't? Hrmmph.


fatphilb said:Dr Mick said:McRackin said:why wet?![]()
That's for girls. The guys' room is called hard.
Ahahahaha... sorry but this is funny![]()
N8 said:Hopefully it won't turn completely **** like Pacha London![]()
It's as if there's a parallel universe in clubland. On Wednesday, Erick Morillo's uptown baby Pacha had its grand unveiling, with a mob scene of a few hundred people braving ice-cold temperatures to get in.
Inside was just as crowded. Half-naked girls in the cheesy shower stalls aside, Pacha is a Big Club with a Big Attitude. Louie Vega helmed the decks, and if his set was dusty, it also made me nostalgic. Complete with Kevin Aviance watching the geisha go-go girls, the night recalled Twilo's heyday, when eye candy matching the ear candy justified clubs' hefty cover charges. If Pacha were a movie star, she'd be Olivia Newton-John's character in Grease's last scene, wearing tight black satin pants and red high heels—and the cigarette she'd be stomping on would be Crobar, Avalon, and Spirit all at the same time. Splat. There goes the competition.
Hanging at Pacha you'd never know that below 14th Street, the battle between the residents, bars, and police had just been amped up another notch. The weekend of December 2, to hear one witness tell it, Avenue B looked like a zoo. Police trotted up and down the block on horses, a giant police van parked outside Le Souk, and the men in blue set up a checkpoint, carding drivers. One witness counted 16 or so cops between East 3rd and East 2nd.