"Who is this guy? We fuckin' love him!" shouted the singer from Fifty on their Heels, a little Johnny Rotten for 2006 in his own right.
Carlos dubbed the man in question Drunk Dad, a fellow in his 60s who not only moved toward the stage when so requested by the band, but shimmied his middle-aged stomach in time to the thunderous beat. The more the San Diego band called attention to him, the more he would participate in the performance.
This is Fifty on their Heels.


This is Fifty on their Heels obscured by Drunk Dad.


I know somebody has better pictures because real cameras flickered left and right as Drunk Dad went on beer runs for the band, jumped on stage to play the drums and tried to hijack the singer's microphone to shout things like "The kids are just trying to bring you a good time! Have a good time!"

When the band finished playing, Drunk Dad requested another song. The singer said, "Only if you drop your pants." Guess what happened next.

I was in the DJ booth, so all I could see was a side view of a large bulge covered in bikini underwear. The comments on the smoking patio later on in the evening pretty much revolved around whether he was packing avocado or papaya, as Carlos had whispered to me in the booth when it happened.

But, that wasn't the only interesting event of last night.

After the Usual Suspects left (I think someone needed to catch up on sleep to be ready for that Sascha-headlined party tonight), I got up to head out to the smoking patio. After all of two steps I slipped. Because it wasn't enough that I managed to nearly burn down the house while making popcorn that afternoon and that I left the gas station after I payed for my fuel, but before I pumped it, I slipped in vomit. It looked like maybe someone had tried to clean it up, because I couldn't actually see a puddle on the floor, but there were chunks. I ran down to the bathroom and spent twenty minutes washing and re-washing my tights and my hand, wondering what disease I could pick up from this incident. Eventually I calmed down, although "calm down" for me means that I have stopped panicking enough to tell and re-tell the story to anyone who will listen: the other DJs; Vidal from Droid Behavior (check website for info on next Saturday's party); Anthony V., who is reopening Fusion in Downtown next month.
After Anthony went off to flyer, I sat down and this obviously trashed guy came up to me and tried to grab my hand. I pulled away. He started feeling up my leg, the side that landed in puke no less. I can take a guy giving me a line here or there, but there is a limit to sad sack club flirtation and this guy jumped over it. So, instead of giving him my usual, "Sorry, I have a boyfriend" routine, I stood up and stepped on his foot, with the sole of the shoe that landed in the puke pool.
I mentioned this to another club goer later and she asked which guy it was. I described him and it turned out that he tried to grope her at the bar earlier. If I had known that, I would have decked him on behalf of all the ladies at Diskoteka.
Anyhow, this is last night's set. Remember, next Friday is the last date of my month-long residency, so don't miss out on the fun.

Trans X-- Living on Video (85 Mix)
Afro Rican-- Give it All You Got (Doggy Style)
Miss Kittin-- Requiem for a Hit (GE*GM Mix)
Goldfrapp-- Train (T. Raumschmiere Mix)
Depeche Mode-- Personal Jesus (Pump Mix)
Human League-- Mirror Man
Mirwais-- Miss You (Unknown White Label Mix)
Munk-- Disco Clown (Digitalism Remix)
Inner City-- Good Life (Mayday Mix)
Lil Louis-- French Kiss (The Songbird Sings)
New Order-- Bizarre Love Triangle
Pet Shop Boys-- Always on My Mind (Extended Dance Version)
Kon Kan-- I Beg Your Pardon (I Never Promised You a Rose Garden)