Don’t get us wrong, we’re down for a party and we’re as sex-positive as the next gay, but doesn’t the fact that they charged a discounted admission of $40 to anyone born after September 20, 1980 (the opening of The Saint nightclub) clue one in that events like this are tending to be chock full of the olds? Isn’t this the kind of thing you go to once and then go on with your life knowing you’re not missing much? And who even listens to house music anymore?
It’s kind of nice, we suppose, to keep this party going as a sort of museum that the young can come to and see what things were like back in 1982 (and 1992, and 2002), when the circuit was actually just a few parties and well-to-do gays could conceivably go to all of them in one year and still have time for like, sleeping, and eating, and Christmas. For the elders who keep returning year in and year out in an attempt to relive some former glory, or to try to find the lovely young man they made out with once near the coatcheck in 1997 and never found again, all we can do is quote Peggy Lee (you know her… she was popular back in the mid-century when you boys were teens):
Is that all there is, folks? Is that really all there is?
photo courtesy of Will Clark, ca. 1997
RELATED:
My First Black Party (Gawker)
The Black Party: An Investigative Report (’07, Gawker)
On Gay Circuit, the Party Never Ends (’04, New York Times)
