Getting out

Me and the little woman haven't been making much of the New York night-life these past few weeks. It doesn't help that the weather stinks.

The only fetish party that we're loyal to now that Gomorrah is gone is Steelow's Funhouse. Steelow is a good host with a good group of DJs, and he attracts a lively crowd, but he's been in transition for a venue for a little while. When we heard he was holding court at Jekyll and Hyde, a novelty/tourist restaurant with a Victorian/Edwardian horror gimmick, I was a bit dubious. I've been there once before, and I couldn't see how it could work.

Turns out it works rather well. I had no idea there was a whole upstairs lounge, nor that they'd pull all the dining tables out on the lower floor, making a decent sized space for people to dance and play. And all the faux creepy curios adorning the walls work quite well for this gothic crowd. The place has atmosphere in spades.

We didn't leave until close to 3 AM, and we'll be back. Next time we'll bring a few toys, I think.
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