Hotel Paradox: New Year’s Eve 2025-2026

[Drunk Monk]

That was crazy fun. Gonna be sore tomorrow.

Seven miles of skankin*

*prolly an extra mile to walk there and back.

[Drunk Monk]

This event was promoted online, and hotel paradox made an event bright which quickly read ‘sold out’ before i even saw that. Selecta 7 posted that if you didn’t sign up, you should get down their pronto, so I walked over with my collapsible umbrella tucked in my belt like a tanto (iaido applications). I was stopped at the door at first because I wasn’t on the list, but the doorman gave me a by since I was early.

I chatted up the Brodsky bros (selecta 7 & rudi b). They are the sons of Greg Brodsky, a Taiji pioneer in the Cruz who I’ve heard of but never met. He was also a lawyer (as is rudi/Sasha) and he worked with Orrick where Tara has her job waiting after the bar. It was nice to connect so well.

It was a wild night of dancehall divas. DM knew he was in trouble when 2 older women at the bar started blowing kisses at him. There were peeps from Outernational but also a lot of peeps just partying in NYE, and most were well dressed, lots of sparkly sequins. 

Maybe an hour in the riddem swapped to reggaeton and things got hella sexy. There was this throuple dancing next to me that acted like they were in foreplay for a major three-way; 2 gals & a guy. They were all porn star hawt. 

Dm ended up dancing alongside DJ Aye Que Linda for most of the night. She was also flying solo and being old friends, it was good to have each others back; neither of us had been to paradox and we both had a fine time. They’ve done reggae pool parties at paradox - might have to go to one of those this summer.

The space was right next to the lobby, a small dance floor adjacent to the bar/restaurant. Once things got bubblin the dance floor was full but there was alway ample space to walk around or step outside for a break. 

Dm is usually with deadheads for nye; it’s been so since the late 80s. This was the first nye reggae and it was great. Skanked the whole night away with a few friends, a few Rasta cruzians and some tourists. It was a full dance floor, but never tightly packed. Everyone had space to get their groove on. 

There’s this fascinating phenomena on the dance floor where dancer synch. Sometimes it’s coincidence because the riddem is so thicc; sometimes it’s flirtation. It’s a distinct dialog, with a certain implied code of ethics and rules of personal space, but it can slip into grinding on each other if that flirty follow thru is reciprocated. DM is alway cautious here, because things can get heated quickly and it was NYE. It’s happened in the past a few times, and gives these dancehalls that certain edge. There were several close calls, including that throuple (the dude gave DM a conspirational fist bump at the end which was borderline kinky). Perhaps it was a hallucinations from DM’s cannabinalled brain. Whatev. It was all good fun.

DM stayed til 1 when it ended, and stumbled home making good use of his umbrella tanto in the light rain. It was a good cool down, so peaceful, all good in mi hood.

When I got in, I had to pee and Yuki startled me because he was hiding in the bathtub from the fireworks. Stacy had given him some of that doggie Valium he got when he was chewing on his paw, and then fell asleep, but Yuki must’ve woken, got scared and hid in the tub like he does. He was relieved to see me as I’ve talked him through firework nights all through his life. The meds kept him from panting and shaking it he was still up, so we hung out for a bit as I enjoyed some almond milk nog, then he snuggled up with me in bed.

Osha says the next Outernational will likely be late Jan.