Happy Birthday Princess

[jack_babalon]

Cash-Money-Michi
September 3rd, 2006
~Rob M.

I've known the Princess twelve years now. I met her at 688's Nocturnia. Like most of us back then, she was on the prowl for a certain someone. Lucky for me I was hanging out with the 'certain someone'. She was just as beautiful then as she is now. I remembered the askance stares coming off the huddled faces lined up at the bar. She looked like the love child of Tura Satana & Rob Zombie. She was all legs and a smile that could disarm a bomb across a crowded room. Me? Well I won't say that I didn't notice (shiiiit whaddya think man, i'm a eunuch?), but at that time I had my eyes on the prize: Her best friend. A chesty Rennie with a gypsy resume, all brains and attitude, who eventually turned out to be a Kerouac souled angel. So yeah, I didn't stand a chance. Her friend pulled my card on first contact. I was strictly Loserville from word one. I was too stupid back then to realize the odds. I gambled blindly. I lost often and shrugged it off to experience.

Luckily my friend fared better. A lot better. They were all chemistry together. They fit like the last two jig saw pieces in a puzzle. They synched smooth. They vibed natural. They were all expensive outfits and confidence. You could feel the charge coming off them. The noise of the club seemed to crash against the language of their bodies. My friend had 'that' look in his eye and so did she.

The four of us took off to her pad. We hung out. We drank. We smoked. We bullshitted. We laughed. Her best friend and I stepped out onto the porch, officially to get a smoke, unofficially to give the two lovebirds a little breathing room. It was a pretty night lit up with wet stars and a chill in the air. I gambled a kiss with the best friend. It went down like the Hindenburg. One awkward apology and a cigarette later found us checking in on the Lovebirds. They were getting along famously.

Rocket the calendar now.

They hooked up. They became an item. They became club royalty. They traveled the world. They did 'their thing'. Hell, most of you out there know this story. You know how it goes and how it ends. But that's their story, not mine and i'll leave it to them to tell. But over that time I did get to know her better and the more I knew the more I picked up that she was more than six feet of fine with a killer wardrobe. We hung out. We shared laughs. I occasionally danced with her on the floor and did my best to keep up. I hooked up with her sister for a little bit. Eventually I moved in with her up in the wilds of Doraville. I was her roomie for five years. We got to be close friends.

She was there for me when I lost L___. She held me as I cried in her amrs and then listened patiently as I sobbed out the pain.

She was there when I broke my arm. She drove right home from work, pausing only to pick up bandages to bind up the damage with.

She was there when my broke ass couldn't afford a cup of Ramon Noodles. She fed me and put a couple of bucks in my pocket to float me 'til payday.

She was there when I first spun the Secret Room. When Alabaster broke his leg on the opening night at Masquerade and I got drafted into the booth. She danced and danced like my name was Paul Oakenfold.

She was there to hook me up with this fine ass fetish model. She lied for me. Told this nuclear hot blond that I was worth a damn. I lied as well. I lied my way into the best three and a half hours of the year!

She was there for my first performance up on stage last year. Out of all my friends she was one of the only two to make it. She hates the theatre and put in an appearance for yours truly.

She's one of the best things that ever happened to me here in the A-T-L. A truer friend cannot be found. From what I hear that's a fairly common opinion.

So happy Birthday Princess, here's hoping I get to know you another 12 years!

Anyway drop by and buy the lady a b-day drink! She'll be making the rounds at the Jungle tonight, possibly Phobia and then there's the big birthday bash at the Highlander tomorrow night at 10!

Ciao