June 17th - DJ Romeo Cologne's Funk Disco Party @ The Star Community Bar

Tuesday night did not end with Apache Cafe, but rather fell into early Wednesday morning. When one is betrothed to a wilder and more extreme night owl than oneself, the partying does not and will not stop until the both of you fall out. Hence, we left Apache Cafe and headed for Little Five Points with no particular destination in mind. As we drove down Moreland Avenue, we heard the unmistakable crooning of Michael Jackson wafting out of what looked like a total hole in the wall. However, people were still streaming inside, so we flipped a bitch, parked and made our way to The Star Community Bar.

Unbeknownst to us, the party had been going since 10pm. It was approximately 1:50am. As we made our way to the door we overheard a young lady and five guys trying to determine who was the least inebriated and therefore the most capable of taking the young lady home. She was, and I quote, "drunk off her ass" to which one of the gents replied "Oh, I'm not that drunk, I swear." I haven't checked the papers to see how that whole episode played out.

Sweets walked in, scoped the packed dance floor, made room for us and then we commenced to cutting the proverbial rug. About twenty minutes later, we were drenched with sweat, smiling, spinning around and generally having a fine time. We managed to attract a group of chicks who were celebrating their totally sauced friend's 21st birthday. That girl was very tall and very wasted. We were happy for her despite the several times she nearly fell on us and killed us.

The best part of all was the DJ. I later learned that his name was DJ Romeo Cologne and he hosted the weekly Funk Disco Party. I wished like hell that my sister would have been there. She's a child of the 70's for one and always waxes poetic about that era's party scene. Additionally, around the DJ's neck was a NECKERCHIEF! I've never seen any presumably heterosexual male, besides Charlton Heston in Soylent Green, wear a neckerchief. I don't know what purpose a neckerchief serves. All I know is that it took all of my will power to avoid pointing, laughing or screaming "It's made out of people!!!"