I have a friend, Armando, who loves to dance, sip and gulp and make new friends to notch. And I…read morelike some of those things too, especially dancing under lights that pulse hard. And according to many reels and mouths Kiss Kiss Bang Bang offers a hot-tiered LA-club experience. The kind of experience that folks from farmlands read about, and dream about attending. And here I am walking into a K-town bop bop experience, ready to do the monster mash, all the while knowing that these kinds of nights are not only magical because fairies and witches swirl in covens all around but because they are liberating at their (rotten) core.
The night I went to Kiss Kiss Bang Bang they were having a Halloween party, and of course this fact amped the evening to a costume party that upheld the spirit of all Hallow's eve, in all its fantasy and glittery potential. The evening reached, my personal fever-pitch, when the dance floor was full and all around was a series of characters all connected by a simple yet powerful fact: we were all conjuring a good time, for ourselves, and others.
I approached a guy dressed as Miguel from Coco. I wanted to duet with him, Ay mi amor, Ay mi amor, creo que piensas con los pies, but he did not know the words. I ran into a Frank Sinastra costume that did not know how to sing the songs of old blue eyes himself. It was a moment of character betrayal. There was a committed person who wore a blow up Remi from Ratouille costume. Seeing him jump up and down, mildly, in the dance floor produce a smile within me that I am sure was similar insde the chest of many of the party goers. I applaud his presence because he was one welcomed rat. As I looked at the brimming dance floor I was able to point to Armando and show him Waldo. Where was Waldo was not a question that plagued me on this evening. There was a lot fairies that night. I did not get to tell the girl who wore her fairy cosgtume the best, simply because it was elegant, and restrained but still I saw a woman-fairy hybrid that sparked within me a belief that Avalon had let its resident out for a night. A member of Slytherin, a French clown, Edward and Jake, staff of Jurrasaic park, and many others made the dance floor a scene from a costume ball, appropriate, for Ktown. That kind of feeling sticks because it was spooky fun that was sincere and effortless, the party came to the room and the room honored it, like a trick or treat pact.
The room itself, with its central disco ball, felt like the 70s had reached the late 2020s. No one neeeded bell bottoms (although on this night they were allowed) beacuse the disco-fever feeling was an inspiration not the blood of the joint. One could not zone off in this room, the lights kept one's eye open wide.
An AMF was 30 dollars. That was freightening too.
The flavor of the place belongs to the young, in literal terms, or the young at heart. Cause everyone deserves to party, at whatever stage of life they are at. Especially on a night where the veil of the iiving and the dead lowers and the spirit makes us move together in step, like the zombies from Thriller. And yes, Michael Jackson was there too!
