Brad Walsh

Fergie and Gurjie P!’d at the D!

Sarah won twice at the Paper Magazine Nightlife Awards last night! She won People’s Choice for Best DJ (Ultragrrrl) and Stolen Transmission won People’s Choice for Best Party. She gave her Best DJ trophy to Jackson and her best party to Los MisShapes. When she and Karen accepted for Best Party, she thanked Gurj and me, which was quite wonderful of her and prompted Gurj and I to high five over Lawrence’s head. And then I believe Gurj shouted “BENJAMIN CHO!” and/or “DMX!”

Here’s all the ladies lined up in a row.

Faran outsparkled even Lydia Hearst,

Sophia and Texas and Jackson and Geordon and Leigh all looked wonderful,

Quinn led the “dance on your seats to Young Love” revolution,

Gurj did not pee in the booth, no matter what this photo may lead you to believe,

But Karen did get more than a taste of “the world’s best tasting vodka.”

Even Max was there!

Faran was responsible for Sarah’s awesome Tsubi dress:

Fergie performed and it was sort of ridiculous. She didn’t come out wet, so I didn’t take pictures. Mario and I only got to catch up for a couple minutes before he had to run onstage to present an award. He made a comment about being so excited to see Fergie that he might “piss himself, right there on stage!” and I was happy that I wasn’t the only person who still thinks of the woman as the original MC Peepants.

After the show we hung around taking pictures for far too long,

And then we all piled into Lawrence’s car to go to Sarah and Gurj’s apartment before Gurj’s DJ spot at Revolver. We managed to fit seven people into his five-seater, cramming Sarah, Jenny, me, Casey, and Karen into the back.

Jenny managed to shimmy her way up front by the time the ride was over. Masterfully done.

Upstairs Casey got to see Britney’s vagina up close on the internet, and her C-section scar. Three days in a row, now, is it, that she’s been photographed with no underwear? When Paris Hilton is helping you close your legs because your vagina is showing, it’s a sad state of affairs. Especially when you have two babies at home, Trailerpark.

Monkey crawled around being everyone’s favorite, so I pet Bella for a while. But, um, I didn’t take her picture. Guilty. Maybe I’ll make them both little t-shirts that say “I fucked Casey Spooner” and they can wear them around the East Village.

So we went across the street to Revolver where Gurj was DJing, bobbed and drank to The Oohlas and Placebo for a while, and then Karen and Jenny and I went to meet Casey at Darkroom. There was some trouble with me at the door because I still don’t have a replacement ID since my wallet went missing. But then twenty people came out and told the bouncers to let me in, including DJ Gina and Diet Ice-T and I think Ian the bartender, so I didn’t feel as much of a dumbass as I could have. Karen was kind enough to wait with me. She has to replace her ID, too, since her entire life was stolen in her purse in the UK not too long ago. We’re going to try to coordinate a double DMV trip so that neither one of us has to brave that horrible hell alone.

After Darkroom I headed over to High Voltage to meet up with Anna and Geneva and Caitlyn and everyone for only maybe half an hour. I had to use Josh’s ID to get in because nobody who works at Sutra knows me. I memorized his birth date and address and everything. I am 24 years old, god damn it.

Tonight is Stolen Transmission (best party!) with Ultragrrrl (best DJ!) at The Annex (best nightclub!). Come join me and we will celebrate the bestdom by dancing like retards to some indiepopdiscemosynthhoptrax.

(See Nikola’s photos – always amazing – right here, including one of me and Julian being homosexuals, even though he’s straight, and so am I, and so was everyone at the Paper Awards, including Lady Bunny and Fabian Basabe).