Let the Music Play

I have been trying to win KTU Party Gras tickets for the last fortnight. And by trying to win I mean I have been imploring my samurai lawyer fiancé, Z, to listen to 103.5 and get the tickets for me. And by the last fortnight I mean since Sunday when I noticed it was that time of year again. He has great luck winning things on the air whereas I have the opposite of that luck. Since we met, back in ’04, he has consistently won tickets to every radio giveaway event I have wanted attend. His luck put me in the front rows of a second rate sumo tournament at the Garden and had me shakin’ it to some seriously old school freestyle at the Copa; a thing I hope to repeat this March 14^th. One of this year’s feature artists is a former New Kid on the Block- I won’t spoil the surprise but his initials are JK! What, what. And of course the place will be replete with freestyle legends. There is no way that I am going to miss the “sexiest” party of the year even if it is on a Wednesday. Say what you want about the B & T crowd. The striped shirt and Paris has burnt crowd may annoy you in the Meatpacking District or on 27^th street but they sure do love to dance and I love to dance with them and their gelled up ‘dos. So with any luck Z will be the 103^rd caller and I will fish out my Lucite heels, no name stretch jeans and $9.99 polyester top with matching bikini and ready myself for a night of disco sparkles and rock steady beats.