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The temperatures are dropping. The beaches are emptying out. The sun is chilling back and not setting our delicate skin on fire. Yes, friends, the summer is ending.
And I couldn't be happier, for a number of reasons.
Reason One: I hate the fucking summer. Hot temperatures and bright light keeps me locked in my apartment like a hermit until the temperatures cool and I can escape to the street.
But, more importantly...
Reason Two: Nightlife's slow season is OVER! It is a widely known (in nightlife circles) fact that summer is a tough time for gay parties of every size, shape and color.
Why? Because gays like to travel. They want to put on the colored dental floss that they call "bathing suits" and hit the beach! They want to travel to Fire Island and Rehobeth and Provincetown and California and various islands and cruises.
NYC empties out like it's been overrun with the plague and we nightlife promoters are forced to do the best with what we have left. No party has a predictable weekly number, because you never know who's in town, and who's out of town. You never know if your crowd spent the day drinking at the beach and is already drunk and suffering sun stroke when they got back to town.
Broadway's worst time is the winter. It's when all the shows close down with poor ticket sales. Well, guess what? Fall and Winter are two of the best nightlife seasons. Why? Because people are holed up in their apartments and jobs all day. They need somewhere to go. Preferably somewhere warm where they can rub up against somebody cute. Naturally, we in the nightlife world are happy to provide JUST that sort of location.
No big time traveling during the winter! No beach days to tire someone out. Everyone is at work, looking out at the cool autumn sky, and looking forward to meeting their friends at the bar or the club.
Why am I telling you this? Because this is when you WANT to come to our parties. The crowds will be larger, and hornier. Everyone's back and has a ton of summer stories to share with you just before you start deep-dicking each other during your one-night stand.
Also, school's back in session! That's ditto for grad school. All sorts of fresh meat is being dropped in a paper bag by the best butcher of them all - the universe. Hotties will abound the next few months in the city. The meat market has a new shipment and all the single gay men in the know will be out and on the prowl. You want to get that New York Strip before it's been chewed on by too many other customers, right?
Oh! And it's INTERN season. All the recent grads with dreams of owning Vogue someday are in the city as well. They have moved into their apartments and begun their thankless jobs of picking up coffee for the boss and figuring out what the fuck is wrong with the copy machine in the break room. They have high expectations for themselves, and they're also stressed as hell and looking for some release.
To my fellow nightlife friends (and enemies): we did it! We made it through the summer. Here at BoiParty, we did particularly well, launching AND growing our number one flagship party, 20Something Thursdays at XL. We've got some great plans for the new influx of New York gays... let's just say we'll have one of the best and highest-quality meat markets this side of the Hudson River.
So start applying lotion to your tans (lord knows you don't want to start peeling), put on your dancing shoes, and come back to nightlife. We're waiting for you at XL. It's going to be a blast.
Happy Autumn, boys.
The best is yet to come.
xo JL
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