You Missed It: MC’s 20 Year Anniversary Party In LA
Party Portraits by a Very Talented and Very Drunk Alex Papke
Fat Tire and Madre Mezcal are to blame for the exceedingly good time we had this past Friday night at Footsie’s in Los Angeles.
Well, Fat Tire, Madre, and whatever I sniffed out of the vile that some guy handed me in the group toilet. Between that and the free beer and spicy margs, the night is a loose blur. I think Kenny Anderson came? And Austyn was there, or maybe that was just in our girlfriends’ dreams. One thing is for sure, though, we had a good time and the room was absolutely packed. This recap is less of a recap and more a stream-of-consciousness recollection of a hallucination of a party.
In the above grid, you will see photos of our Brand Partnerships Director and four time MC’s Handsomest Employee Award winner, Ollie Clapin, getting interviewed by Grady for our Scene Reports show in partnership with Fat Tire. Watch for this episode and particularly for Ollie’s comments as he disappeared into the smoking section for six hours immediately after the interview concluded. You will also see a photo of Papke cheersing - step one in getting Alex loose enough to get in people’s faces with a camera flash.
That there’s a shit load of empty beer cans and Margi glasses. Evidence of a good time. If I had to guess, I’d say at least ten margs and fifteen beers were had at that party, but our tab at the end of the night suggests a bit more than that.
Peters is seen here raising his feature in the new mag with his hands, and raising the dead with his eyes. Meanwhile Townley and Daniel look straight out of a Fat Tire advert. Did they plan that? Or is it just being naturally photogenic?
This was our favorite attendee. He is a one man party.
Hmmm what else, what else… there was a lot of dancing. People cut a rug. Then those people realized that other people were watching so they stopped cutting the rug. Then those people went and got another drink, and began sheering that poor little rug once again. It’s a beautiful thing, seeing two people out there on the dance floor absolutely going for it. True believers in the party vibe. By the end of the night, the floor was full and those two were absolutely elated for having led the charge.
The smoking section was absolutely impossibly packed with people - even and especially non-smokers. It was a little bit of a hassle, actually, for people like me who genuinely want to suck down a darty cancer stick but can’t because there are all these pedestrians blocking the way, coughing at me as though they aren’t the ones taking up space on my ashy home turf. That said, it’s lovely to see that regardless of which city you’re in, the smoking section is the cool section.
You see that guy above? That’s Damon ‘Fucking’ Way. He graced us with his indelible presence and spun records that were absolutely not dog shit. In fact, one of the major comments of the night from hopeful stranger to their hopeful date was, ‘oh, I love this song,’ with one finger pointing to the air. Well done.
Yes, Austyn and Kenny confirmed. Along with Luke’s tongue in Peters’ mouth and Naz’s black eye. Anyway, we had a good time, and we hope you did, too. Thank you for coming. Thank you for drinking. Thank you for being weird. See you never.
