First I just want to pour one out on the sidewalk for Motherf**ker. Those parties are no more, in case you didn't know. Here's a quote from the e-mail blast:

I regret to announce the end to another era in clubland. Motherfucker, is no more. For the last year or so, relations between the 4 partners has been strained and finally it reached it's inevitable breaking point. We did not anticipate our exit to be so abrupt but alas, life throws curve balls at all of us when least expected.

So yeah, no more of that. It gets better though. DJ Jess posted the following on the Indierotica mailing list:

To the post punk perverts of TRASH!,

The uninhibited bathroom sex, the barely dressed dance floor mayhem, and the barrage of cute hipsters passed out on the sidewalks of TRASH! have finally become too much for the frail walls of Rififi to maintain. We've had 5 outrageous years of TRASH! at Rififi, but like college freshman without a condom, we had to pull out immediately before the 9th Precinct of NYC led Alex Malfunction and myself away in handcuffs. (I enjoy a little bondage as much as the next degenerate, but I'm certain the 9th Precinct is unaware of my safety word.) TRASH! will return, however, as soon as a new venue is confirmed, so we highly recommend you either read the SHAW PROMOTION email blast diligently, or send an email to trash@indierotica.com and ask to be added to the TRASH! mailing list. Alex Malfunction and myself can't thank everyone enough for 5 wild years at Rififi, and promise you that the next 5 years of TRASH!, wherever it may be, will blow your fu*king skull. The best is yet to come,

DJ JESS"

So I'm starting to feel like Chicken Little up in here! It's too soon to say Trash isn't coming back but I was a little worried. Then I see the flyer for NYE XXX and I'm floored. ALL my favorite club promoters and performers (and MORE!) all under one roof. I don't care what anybody says, this was the perfect storm. Everything came together like a perfect heaping bowl of salad. There's no way to prove this but I'm confident this was the best damn New Year's Eve party in the city. Fuck that, THE STATE. So, let's see some pictures!

Oh, if you're wondering where the photos from the Hot Body contest are, I still haven't decided what to do with those. They cross the line of what I’m willing to post on the Internet. There's also the fact that a friend of mine wishes to be cropped out from some photos.

Drink responsively people.