CONFETTI IS TONIGHT

Hey, kids! Mr. Michael Cunningham and I (aka, Cousins) are once again taking over the upstairs at Brillobox for a pretty awesome dance party. This is somewhat (ok, it is!) a birthday celebration for me and my dear friend Zack, who has had much to do with my DJing experience in those early, awkward college years. Zack will also be DJing, and I'll bet he'll say some dirty things on the mic.

So! Come out to Brillobox. Tonight. 10ish. $3.

It's summer. Dance.

CONFETTI April 2012: Thank you!

The last couple years I lived in Boston, I frequented Great Scott on Friday nights for The Pill. Some of my most favorite nights in Boston belong to Great Scott and the great nights of dancing and staying up late eating pizza boats. Everyone tended to fall asleep over one another's houses on couches, recliners, air mattresses, etc. At first those sleepovers seemed impromptu and out of necessity. By the end, I think we all kind of expected to wake up disoriented and in need of breakfast from any of our favorite nearby spots.  (Zaftig's and Breakfast Club are the immediate ones that pop into my mind.)

Nowadays, I spend fewer mornings waking up in someone else's living room, but I try to keep up with the great nights of dancing. When I moved back, I sought a dance night similar to what The Pill so perfectly offered, but nothing stuck. I complained to my friend Mike about this and discussed the possibility of trying to start up a dance night together. After a couple (very nervous (for me)) times DJing downstairs at Brillobox on Friday nights, we were offered an opportunity to host a dance night the fourth Thursday of every even numbered month. February was the first official CONFETTI dance party, and this past Thursday was our second one. Here are a few pics from the evening:

Blurry people dancing at CONFETTI // Mike playing tunes with a little help from Bob Saget

Why yes - we did show The Mighty Ducks on the screen behind us // Our agenda for the night; I did not play 45 minutes of Genesis - promise.

Thank you to everyone who came out on a Thursday to have some fun with me and my cousin Mike. We look forward to our next one in June!

CONFETTI! CONFETTI! CONFETTI! - April 26 @ BRILLOBOX

Hey! Do you like having fun? 

(See above photo re: having fun.)

Yes?! Then, come to Confetti tomorrow night!

@ BRILLOBOX // THURSDAY // APRIL 26

"Have as much fun as we can make you possibly have! Cousins Michael Cunningham and Allison Rowland upstairs at Brillo, spinning the best of everything that will get your feet moving. No rules, multiple genres, and lots of awesome! IT'S SPRING. BE COLORFUL. HAVE FUN."

 I'll be one of the brightly dressed kids up on stage playing songs for you.

To dance to.

We've Got the Dreamer's Disease

Some photos to share from New Years Eve! This year I wanted a few simple things: to wear a sparkly dress (CHECK), to drink a bottle of champagne - out of the bottle (CLASSY! and CHECK), and DANCE (MAJOR CHECK).

Leading up to the night, my plans were never really set or thought out. A pleasant surprise this year was getting to celebrate New Years with one of my best friends Rob. He lives in DC now, but Pittsburgh in his heart. Rob and I spend most of our time together in weird places (usually small Canadian cities that no one else we know will ever go to).

We ended up walking from my apartment straight down Gross to Penn to Modern Formations. We "popped" our bottles (they were twist-off: $6.50 bottles of Andre!!) and spent the lead up to midnight hanging out and doing a lot of laughing.

Ross!

At midnight there was no major countdown inside the gallery. There was a ten-minute warning, but it was only after the official strike of twelve that everyone started hollering and hugging. And then. Something perfect happened:

The first song I heard in 2012 could not have been more perfect. It was from the '90s (have we discussed my love of the '90s yet on this here blog?). It was upbeat and fun. It was positive to a goofy degree that I've really been craving lately. Whatever. It was awesome.

And from there, Rob and I donned our $1 Rite Aid foam animal hats (him: duck, me: turtle) and proceeded to dance to amazing '90s hits (Lit! Harvey Danger! Green Day!) courtesy of our friend Chris Flyer who took over DJing duties after midnight. It was perfect. The last song, at 2 a.m. was "Closing Time." Because of course.

So very very very pleased with the way I wrung in 2012. Or, as I put it so eloquently that night on my personal twitter feed:

Yup. That's about right.