So we did TEST RUN of the SNUG party 55 and I used to do (remember Mickys, Apocolypse?). Mama's bar, here is the scenero: the privious DJ was all smoothio and lounge on ya. Kinda looked sorta stiff to me, ya know.

Place was packed by now, and everybody was quietly percolating. I come on with that punk rock glam brit shit, 55 got up in hot pants and those LEGS up on the bar, and lemme tell you: we got those people up and dancing and loosing up all that stiff bullshit. They were kissing and takin' off their clothes and calling their friends takin' pictures of me (!) and 55 singing along to Billy Idol and Iggy Pop and all the other shit i was playing. Yeah.

You decide. Tuesdays. Mama's Bar. (ave B, 3rd) Starting Cinco de Mayo. Hornitos practically on tap, Chico. Dance ya up with London/New York love, cha.

ENROLL TODAY. Brit-pop Punk Glam University, Tuesday Night Class: SNUG. at Mama's.