Opposite Ends of the Spectrum

So, Claire has this friend that she met a few years ago when she was a waitress at Ruby Foo's, a touristy Manhattan restaurant. Her name is Bridget Everett and a couple of years ago she got tangled up with famous writer/director/producer Michael Patrick King (Sex and the City, Will and Grace, Murphy Brown) and then teamed up with Kenny Mellman (Herb of Kiki and Herb, if anyone knows who that is... I don't) to bring the world a new kind of comedy. Think Lisa Lampanelli on Broadway, stand-up meets cabaret. Its crude, raw, hilarious... and man, she can really sing! She called out people in the audience, hit on highly controversial subjects through song, and ended the show standing on one of the Highline Ballroom's bars clad only in her bra and underwear singing about... well... I'm not going there, not in this blog, haha. It was so funny!

Afterwards we headed over to the East Village to see Lana's friends' band, Killcode, play. We arrived at the Mercury Lounge and it was PACKED. You seriously couldn't move in the bar area due to the crowd. It was miserable. Luckily Lana ran into the bassist and he invited us to hang out 'backstage' which in this case was the basement. I've never been backstage at a show before so it was kind of cool, but not really what I expected. I was expecting the booze to be pouring in a plush lounge area. This was far from it. There was a little room in the back of the basement with a nasty couch and a couple chairs and you still had to walk back upstairs and fight through the crowd to get a drink. Revolver Magazine was promoting the event so there were some music industry big-wigs and writers for the magazine hanging around. There was even a Revolver photo shoot taking place in the basement that Lana somehow got into being a part of. I will let you know if she makes it in the magazine! The band was decent, had kind of a Poison feel to it. The after party was at a place called Double Down somewhere near Mercury Lounge, but Claire, Brandy, and I decided to grab a couple slices of pizza and head to our respective apartments instead. Brandy is apparently a book agent who used to work for Random House, but I can't remember who she works for now. Anyway, she works with trying to get celebrities to write books. I don't think she has any A- or B-lister's in her contacts, but definitely has ways to get in touch with some pretty well known people whose names I cannot remember.

I discreetly snapped this picture on the subway ride home. Ahh underage kids who can't handle their booze. Her friend looks so thrilled to play babysitter at 3 am.