Somewhere Over The Rainblo
In all the fashion show excitement of last weekend, I have neglected until now to mention the hilarious events of last friday night. LCF’s friend Kim was having a big blowout birthday bash in the back karaoke room at Jeollado, where her parents had generously footed the bill for piles of sushi and liberal amounts of sake, and where everyone was taking advantage of their lowered inhibitions to delightfully massacre super-white hits by Neil Young, Eric Clapton (”Tears in Heaven” anyone?) and Billy Joel, much to LCF and I’s collective horror. We did our part to mix things up, me with “Total Eclipse of the Heart” (natch) and LCF with “Paint it Black.” But the latter got us all sweaty so we bailed for a walk around the block. When we reached the notorious gay dive The Boiler Room, the heavenly creature you see at the center of the above photo (between Kim and LCF) was having an impromptu photo sesh out front with her entourage. We watched for a while, then I told her she looked awes, at which point she thanked me and roughly grabbed my tits. I guess this made me comfortable enough with her to suggest that she run into our old ghetto-ass Dolphin gym next door and run on the treadmill in her giant heels for a photo op, because suggest I did, and to my delight she swiftly took action and make a ruckus on the road to nowhere until she got thrown out by security while we watched and laughed our asses off through the plate glass window. After that little escapade, LCF and I dragged the space oddity now identified as Rainblo, and her entire entourage back to Kim’s party with us, where they quickly took over. First Rainblo called the birthday girl a whore. Then she took off her skirt. Then she sang a little of Elton John’s “Tiny Dancer,” then she called the birthday girl’s mom a whore, and then she posed for this picture before disappearing into the night. One could easily imagine that our little stunt with Rainblo was the most shocking turn of events of the whole party, but in a stunning upset, it was actually this:
Hours of sake-drinking into the festivities, Kim’s mom draped her arm around my shoulder and screamed into my ear over “Purple Rain” - “When you get older, dancing makes you pee! I’m gonna go throw my underwear away!” After which she left, returned minutes later (presumably sans underwear), and then busted a move so fierce she lost her footing and fell through a table. Kim’s mom - I salute you!
In a touching denoument to the whole affair, I found out at the fashion show that Rainblo is actually friends with The World Famous *Bob* and that the two of them had recently been ejected from the Ritz Carleton in Paris during fashion week because management had deemed their attire inappropriate. Further proof that Parisians have no taste.