Barcelona: Sammy Jo's Ai Caramba Adventure!

No...
There are a lot more people making fun of you at Rapture than just Hattie and I.
You are "big people" now.
Lots of people laugh at you.
I'm very proud.

Well I packed up the ex and her new and shipped them off to Paris to join the Big Art group for their show there. Now I'm just cleaning the hotel before my friend Derek arrives. We've got a big weekend coming up with lots of brits flying in as well as purple pants. Moer later...

Alright so where were we? Oh right, ex wife gone, Del arrives...

Well, last Thursday my friend Del arrives from NYC and thus begins a weekend of booze, boys, and bailar-ing. Also in town was Mykl (aka Purple Pants), Riccardo, 5 of his Italian friends, Jaynie, her gf Helen so now that everyone has left I'd like to climb into a cave and sleep for 3 days. It was a fab weekend beginning with Thursday night going to this cute party called Boombox at the Apollo. It is sort of Barcelona's answer to the Misshapes. Me and Reuben were definitely the oldest people there by 5 years. But you know it's good to be around that young innocent energy. Hopefully we can suck up some of their life force to be used at a later date. Friday night Del and I djed in the Pop Bar at Razzmatazz. The Pop Bar is just as it sounds, anything goes musically. So we composed a playlist of all our guilty pleasures and some fierce stuff as well. The crowd seemed to really enjoy it although there were a few "Huh???" moments, I must confess. Let's just say playing the Bad Boy remix of "Fantasy" by Mariah Carey in the Pop Bar does not have the same effect as playing it for 6 strippers at the Pussycat Lounge. But hey, nothing ventured nothing gained. Here's a few pics from the night. They're a bit blurry because the flash on my camera is pretty offensive so I hate to use it.

Jaynie and Helen

The Girls: Riccardo, Keyan, Mykl, and the ghost of Jakob

Me and Del in the Dj Booth. If only you could see our pupils, BAH!

ANd I forgot to tell you, the most amazing thing happened when I walked into the Pop Bar to start the night. Look who showed up out of the blue...

You may remember him from such clubs as Jungle in Lausanne.

Is it Justin Timberlake?

Close Daddy. Have yet to see the trousersnake. In fact, I've seen more of his flesh on his myspace than in real life. Getting a bit frustrating. We've been spending the past 3 afternoons together and he seems to like me. It's interesting because I speak french to him and he speaks english to me. But I still don't know how to explain "classic whore" to him in french. I mean, whoever heard of dating someone before you had sex???

Maybe you should just say... Comme CoCo Chanel?

Maybe he's a chubby chaser.

Just start to grope for what ever got lost in translation.

Good advice. Going dancing with him now before I have to get on a plane. He's got 3.5 hours to make it happen....

Ok so frenchie was super cute and made up for all previous non action dates.

HOWEVER my trip really went pear-shaped. I got on the flight and had everything under control (or so I thought). I arrived 14 hours later in Sao Paolo only to have customs tell me I needed a visa, an actual piece of paper (sweetie). Now, having done a bit of travelling I had made sure to check that all paperwork was sorted before I left spain and I was assured everything was in order. But border patrol was not featuring it so they literally stuck me on the next flight BACK to Spain (via Amsterdam, and no I didn't get any puff puff puff time there). ANd on the way back KLM lost my bag. Hopefully it will turn up by tomorrow. I'm actually not as veklempt (sp?) as one would think after such an ordeal. One reason being that I was paid in full before leaving spain so at least I didn't lose the money for the gig but this was such an important job in my mind. I mean it's Pacha in Brasil. I know we joke about their postings but for me this was gonna open the doors to play all over South America. Maybe that can still happen but talk about bursting your bubble! One good thing to come out of this mess is that I get 2 more nights with frenchie. Always look on the bright side....

Nightmare sweetie.

But I'm glad Frenchie is finally giving you some Ooh La La.

I almost forgot, here's my picture from Brasil...

Well it's getting down to the final days of my trip here en Espagne. Last week I got a bit depressed but now I'm just excited to get home and see everyone and then in 2 months hopefully return to Barcelona in my new apartment that I'll share with Keyan. Today he and I are going to look at a few places. "Any little rat-hole on 10th Ave..." is my apt hunting motto but Keyan has standards. He he he.

This past weekend I popped up to London to visit some friends and do some record shopping. I got to go to Duckie (my fave London party at the Vauxhall Tavern) where Dina Martina was the performer. I had never seen her before and she was quite amazing and had the crowd in her hands. She started with a version of "Devil Went Down To Georgie" as if it were being done by Dianne Weist. And then a sick medley of Greatest Love of ALl/You Spin Me Round which I believe is floating around on youtube.

At 1:30 I bid adieu to the Duckie gals and hoppped over the road to Fire to meet, yes you guessed it, Frenchie! He just so happened to be in London for one night the weekend I was there. Odd, huh? Well, always a glutton for punishment I had to go meet him at one of the most drug-fucked parties I've ever been to. Fire is a whole lotta fun....once or twice a year. I don't know how those queens do it every week, and a lot of em aint younger than me. AT 5:30am I scraped myself off the dancefloor kissed Frenchie goodbye and headed home to sleep before going back to BCN. Here are some pics....

The Door at Duckie...

And look who also turned up in London this weekend thanks to Victoria's Secret. Yes, everybody's favorite scarf designer Todd Thomas (left) and his friend Neil!

Here's Dina Martina, although it's a shitty picture she really doesn't look any prettier in person.

And last but not least the gorgeousness that is the Reader's Wives. They are the dj's at Duckie and are probably my 2 favorite londoners ever.

The weekend before this past one I had a small house party so I'll just post a few pics from that. Here is my cutie-pie friend Jose who spilled his drink and insisted on getting the mop.

Here's the gaggle of gays I hang with. My face is blurred out cause I had a "healing brush" misshap. Ooops....SARRY!

Wait a minute - you're gay?!?! Now I've heard everything!

That is the gayest picture I've ever seen.
BTW
I've had that same "accident" with the healing brush.

I LOVE Dina Martina.
Did you catch the camel toe?

I also love your pics from Brazil.
Bah!

Can't wait to hear you spin again.
You must be getting a little better by now.

SJ/ You are having the fun life. I love my Dina Martina, she is headed here at the end of May to stay until September. We are very attached to her here.

Oh Daddy I am dying. I haven't played in 3 weeks (thanks Brazil!) and I'm jumping out of my skin. I had to have a party on Saturday just so I could play music for some people. Thank God I have one more gig before I leave to come back to NYC on Sunday night. But I'm gettting a little ahead of myself I think.

When I got back from London, Keyan and I switched into emergency find an apt mode. He desperately wants out of his current living situation and I just need to secure a place for when I come back in July. We've found a few places but nothing is signed yet. It's amazing to see the difference between apt hunting here and in NYC. Here you can get 4 bedrooms with a terrace for about 1200 euros ($1800). But of course you have to factor in that they generally make less $$ per month. Still, I'm gagging at what is available. Hopefully we'll find something this week.

Thursday I met up with Jakob (and his piece du jour Augusto-a smokin' Guatemalan with Ricky Ricardo hair), Keyan and Reuben for a drink at a fab bar called Penultima. It's another mixed queer artist hangout that is not your typical european gay bar. Definitely one of my new fave spots. It's in the Raval district which is like the East Village with more Arabs. Or as Messy Bonnie would say AY-rabs. Reuben and I finished the night chasing a couple boys to Apolo for their indie/gay night. Well, I was chasing them.

Friday was spent with an ice pack on my head and bonbons at my fingertips. Just kidding. Friday night was a party for this fab quarterly mag/art book called LookdeBook which I may have mentioned at the very beginning of this whole blahg. It is a really beautifully done collection of art by local and foreign artists. And zero advertisements. Oh wait, sorry they had one in the last issue. Check out their website, there's some fantastic images. LookdeBook

So a bunch of us get dolled up cause it now seems to be a tradition for the mag's issue release party. They put so much time and effort into it and always throw an interesting party so we try to show a little effort as well. Nothing crazy, but you know....nice. Anyway, for this issue they rented one of the stalls in La Boquerria which is a huge meat and fish market off Las Ramblas. Lots of slabs of beef and upside down ducks hanging around. They cleared the meat out of the display cases and just filled them with the new issue and hung them all around as well. It looked really great. Of course I didn't have my camera but Jakob is supposed to email me pics which I'll post. After that some dinner and a little dancing but it was early to bed to prepare for my Disco Tea Patio Party on Sat.

Since this has been unbearably text heavy here's some pics from the Tea Dance at mi casa.

It began innocently like this...

Then became a bit more like this...

And this.... (that's Harald the Norwegian) who came with his friend Ostein and brought badminton rackets.

Oops I forgot to menton that I seriously spiked the punch...

So the day progressed more to wards this...

And this...

Then Clifton (DJ Nita's roommate) shows up and things turn into this...

Which of course leads to this...

And finally winds up here (oh poor innocent Mitchell from the midwest- he's kind of giving a Jackie Bigaow vibe, right?)....

And this is where the carnage really happened...

Razz was absolutely sweating...