Aqua Girls carry on at Karu & Y (Photos by Dale Stine)
Below is a report from a friend who did Aqua Girl in style and is lucid enough on Monday to tell the tale. Who is she? Sorry, she wants anonymity:
I went to all the major parties. Did not like The Fifth, although that's where I met my Big Butch Latin Daddy (and Dom Perignon supplier for the weekend.) I was getting ready to leave and went up to the bar to grab a bottled water and she asked me, "Wouldn't you rather be drinking this instead?'' (Gotta love the lines...) Anyway, she had just popped open a bottle of Dom and, well, not wanting to be rude or anything, I accepted her invitation.
Elegantly dressed and with a very attractive personality (champagne did not cloud my judgement whatsover), she had a really nice vibe to her and reminded me of a very dear Puerto Rican friend of mine who died a few years ago, and with whom I took personal Boricua-style salsa lessons. Daddy & I danced salsa (Boricua-style) and she recounted how she had lost her (also gay) sister a few years back, in a tragic accident. Tough story. Still, she is making the best of her sister's passing and celebrating life (and her sister's memory) with lots and lots of bubbles and smiles. She was muy caballerosa [gentlemanly], and greeted me at every event thereafter with a glass of champagne, them muy respetuosamente [respectfully], went on her merry way back to her posse (with the champagne flowing so freely, her posse was growing in size daily.)
Also met some California-based Britney Spears-looking babe who wanted to (innocently, but annoyingly) kiss on the mouth whenever she greeted me at parties. I know it's the city of Free Love but I'm pretty averse to swapping saliva with strangers. Still, can't help being just a little flattered by her attentions ... that is, until she spilled her sticky sweet fruity drink on the back of my shirt late on Sat. Luckily I was on my way out of the party anyway - and it was not cranberry or anything red. A girl's charm factor has a way of diminishing when bad stains are caused to happen to good fashion.
The Karu & Y party was REALLY, REALLY nice, I have to say, particularly in its early hours. It was outside by the gardens and fountains, with this cool, resort vibe and sounds...It was quite pleasant and enjoyable...until it got so crowded that it wasn't either of those two things anymore. Inside, DJ Kimberly S. started off spinning some really cool tunes early in the eve, but because everyone was outside, the room was somewhat sparsely visited. She eventually gave up trying to impress her small audience and played crap most of the rest of the night. Truly a waste to pay for these "big name" DJs when there's such a magnificent outdoor space, that no one wants to be inside (star DJ or not.) Another plan might be to move the star DJ. Faux pas - hopefully Kimberly S's ego will survive.
Tea dance was fun enough. I took my mantourage of gay friends (after all, we support plenty of their causes) and we hung out upstairs on the sundeck dancing and hanging over the rail to ogle the gyrating bodies below (the most pleasant hang over this particular weekend produced.) The steamy girl parties are over...as locals we still have the scenery. For everyone else, they'll have to content themselves with a lot more time to sleep.