Samantha Ronson, Lindsay Lohan Back in D.C.?
Back so soon, SamRo and LiLo? British DJ Samantha Ronson will be spinning at LUX Lounge this evening, mere months after she and girlfriend Lindsay Lohan hit up Lotus in October. The evening, sponsored by Miller Lite, is called "Break Your Resolutions." Really, because my resolution was to not get very drunk and attempt to make out with Lindsay Lohan tonight at LUX. Perfect!
While there's no guarantee that Lohan will show with Ronson at LUX, located at 649 New York Ave. NW, that's no reason not to go, hang out too close to the DJ booth trying to see her, and not have any fun at all tonight ever. Whatever, no cover for the laaadiessssss! Bonus: Hit up Metromix within the next 20 minutes to get on the guest list and win a chance for "VIP table service" complete with "a bottle of Absolut 100, a bottle of Moet Champagne, a bucket of Miller Lites and entry for up to six of your best friends."
12:54 pm
Hey...
Was there to host/hang at the LUX party last night... and I've gotta give SamRon some props... she's damn good at what she does... and she's also a great person - despite what the paps and tabz - try to portray at times!
Love to LUX too... they've got a lot to be proud of at that venue, and it was a damn good time... with DAMN good drinks and bartenders, too!
-tk
tk@hot995.com
1:42 pm
awesome! Thanks for the update. I love SamRo!
12:28 pm
there's a real irony with samro spinning at clubs like lux. last fall, i ditched my last ounce of integrity and rallied some dyke friends to head up to b'more's hell-on-earth powerplant live complex, to scope samro at a place that makes my high school locker room look like a pflag meeting--club mosaic.
despite calling club management that day and confirming that our outfits would pass muster on mosaic's totally brosaic gender-norming dress code, our asses were turned away at the door, once we made it through powerplant's multiple jim crow checkpoints.
i'm not too much of a hardass not to see the humor in this. while standing in line, several girls with tear-stained faces stumbled past saying things like (i quote, seriously), "if you like fun, don't go in there." i mean, really, what the fuck were we doing in line for that shitty club? had the burden of living in dorky d.c., where celebrity sightings are either redundant (spiv!) or limited to the latest incarnation of national treasure, become so great as to force us here in the hopes of rubbing hip bones (ouch) with samro? yes.
so the shitty irony--big old dyke samro spins exclusively at clubs that enforce gendered dress codes that'd actually turn a non-famous samantha ronson away.
in bmore, we watched hordes of guys in awful hoodies embellished with metallic tribal designs gain instant access. for girls, the message was clear that you had to look femme, and preferably kinda skanky, to get in. (also see any ep of teh hills/city for examples of the whole girls in cocktail dresses v. guys in hoodies n jeans conundrum.)
boo samro. and boo to clubs with dress codes that exclude peeps that don't fit in either/or gender categories (yes, lace, i'm lookin at you, too!).
there's the whole classist angle too, but thought i'd keep my comments in the sexist vein. xox