“Confessions” Monday has turned “DirtyDurty” Tuesdays

With it being 60 Degree weather today and the men believing its their right to harass women at random on the street, you know it’s about to be spring time in NYC.

And with that is a new party, “DirtyDurty” Tuesdays at Hope Lounge in Williamsburg Brooklyn.

for more information go to:

http://www.dirtydurty.wordpress.com

Beso- Maya

Monday Drinks Specials, ‘Confessions’ goes on Holiday

As the holidays are now rolling around “Confessions” as we know it is done for the Holiday Season. We all had a smashing good time, and thank you all so much for coming down to the 310 Lounge.

I will however still be bar side on Mondays, there are still massive drink specials all night ($4 beer/wine/well, 2 for 1 margaritas & cosmos), but a new party will be launching in the beginning of the New Year, and I will write a post about it here and give you the new link.

So swing by, say hi for a happy hour drink, but most of all HAPPY HOLIDAYS! beso – Maya

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Confessions Tonight: Open Vodka 11-midnight & Drinks Specials all Night!

Here are the drink special for the evening:

Happy Hour until 10pm: 2 for 1 margaritas & cosmos, $4 well, beer, & wine

Open Vodka Bar: 11pm-midnight.

Me & Leah talking Trash: Free.

The weekend was oddly rain swept, busy, and romance (or was it bro-mance?) was in the air.

J’adore the Fall! beso- Maya

Confessions Tonight: Extended Happy Hour, and Some Advice on “Making It” in the Music Industry

Lately I’ve been getting a lot of phone calls on my cell phone from numbers I don’t recognize. One is a perv guy that keeps calling me and hanging up, but the rest of from folks that got my phone number from a music industry guide that keeps listing my number (even though I stopped being an agent eight months ago). Some of these people are looking for me to represent them (as I used to be a booking agent and artist manager). Others have been looking for some advice on “making it” in the industry.

First I ask them to “define” what “making it” means to them. Most of them just want to make a ton of money, and be wrapped up in fame and glory. I tell them they are in the wrong industry if that’s how they determine success. Plus they already made their first crucial mistake, they “cold called”  me.

Most every agent in the world (reputable agent) doesn’t except cold calls or unsolicited material. My first advice is to them is write good music, rehearse as much as possible, and get a local following, aka your own fan-base.

I have almost a books worth of advice on this industry…hmmm wait, should I try and publish that? or give it away? Altruistic or Materialistic? I’ll figure that out tonight when you come and join me and Leah for a drink at Confessions. Happy Hour will be extended until 10pm, and from 11-midnight we will be doing 2 for 1 margarita’s and at midnight free mandatory shots. And of course we still have $3 Milwaukee’s Best aka “The Beast”. xo- M

Confession, yes, tonight, Barack-ing the Vote tommorrow, YES!!!

Sorry I have been such a slack ass with these posts lately, but if it’s a day that ends in “y” then you know that I’ve straight hustlin’ in NYC, so I’ve been a bit busy. “The Him Book” is still with my editor, and I’ve been lucky enough to have two of the most talented designers from the UK (sh*t maybe even in the US) design the book cover: Sarah King & Owen Gildersleeves (check out their website http://www.eveningtweed.com). “Nervous Breakdown: The Musical” is steadily coming together. There will be a private invite show for some friends in February to hear some of the original score written for the show (composed by Drew Nix and Tonya Abernathy) so stayed tune for that.

I’m also helping to produce and event for “Unsigned Artist” happening at the Delancey during the winter time. So forgive a girl for not being up on her blog responsibilities.

Tonight Confession is on, although it might be little abbreviated because I want everyone to be up and ready to Barack the VOTE tomorrow. If your still not sure where your polling place is go to the following websites:

http://www.canivote.org

http://maps.google.com/vote

So join me for a drink tonight, and tomorrow in the voting booth! Go-Bama!!!

Confessions of Tonight: Maya and Leah, Back in Black

Last week Confessions fell on a holiday. Leah was out, and I bravely manned the bar myself. Missing Leah’s company and my outlet for gossip, I was comforted by a few friends that came out to enjoy the abbreviated party. But tonight, with a slight chill in the air, and the days getting shorter, Leah and I are back and ready to sling some whiskey and wit (and yes, maybe even a little wisdom) your way. The drink specials are off the chain ($4 beer, wine, and well, open vodka from 11-midnight, and midnight shots), and Bobby Analog will be helming the decks.

See you tonight!

Confessions of Last Night: Love, Why So Scary? & Keegan Dances His Way Back Down Under

I’m exhausted.
I slept about five hours this entire weekend. I woke up on Saturday slightly hung over with a hickie (yes I said hickie) and a house full of guest wanting to go to brunch.

My very wonderful friend Hazel was visiting from out of town and she is a first class badass. Not only is she an amazing guitar player (seriously, she shreds), but she is also a scientist, one that teaches at Harvard. She can also drink anyone under the table and so I was a little weary when the weekend kicked off with drunken “all you can drink mimosas” brunch at Essex, followed up with her buying a bottle of Jameson, Patron, and Wine. “This will not be conducive for me getting any writing done.” I thought to myself on Saturday just before Hazel brought me yet another Jameson and Coke in preparation to see Tegan & Sara at Terminal 5.

“When I jerk away from holding hands with you
I know these habits hurt important parts of you
remember when how sweet and unexplainable
nothing like this person unloveable
i just want back in your head
i just want back in your head
I’m not unfaithful but I’ll stray
When I get a little scared
When I get a little scared
When I get a little
Run, run, run
Run
Run, run, run
Run”- Tegan & Sara ‘Want Back in Your Head.”

Which leads me to what conversations took place at Confessions last night. Everyone seemed to want to talk about love, or more importantly, being afraid scared shitless of it.

The boys bellied up to the bar spilling their guts to me. Here is just a snap shot.

“It’s hard for me to talk to her.”
“I have a difficult time letting someone in.”
“I just feel like I can’t live up to what they want me to be.”
“I feel like I will disappoint her.”
“I just feel like I would hurt her.”
“I feel like she might like me too much.”

There are moments when I want to be compassionate and let them know that everyone one is scared of getting hurt, and that no one likes dealing with rejection or pain. Then other times I want to yell at these boys (who are all my friends, and they don’t like it when I raise my voice). Sometime I just want to say, “As women, we have vaginas, and you, you guys have a penis. That’s basically the only difference. So take your head out of your arse and stop reading so much into it.”

If you don’t want someone judging you for the way your body looks, then don’t judge anybody elses, if you don’t want someone to be condescending to you, then don’t be condescending to them, if you want some one to love you for all of your flaws, then love others for their flaws. If you don’t want a women to put you up on a pedestal then for god sakes STOP putting them on a pedestal (here is the secret: we are just as retarded as you are). And to all my lovelies, the last person that hurt you, is not the new person that is standing in front of you- so don’t be afraid to jump in again.

Don’t be afraid of new love or new friendships. Look at our dearest Keegan. He came to New York and took it by storm. He came here with open arms, and made a motley crew of friends. You never know what amazing things will be afforded to you by just leaving your comfort zone and being open to new situations.

Have a safe trip back to Australia Keegan. We’ll miss you. Come back soon. Love- Maya (and of course Leah).

Confessions of Last Night with Maya & Leah: Glowing Bottles, NWA, & Straight Hustlin’

Once again last night was brilliant! Here is a brief timeline of what happened (in third person of course, because I feel that it adds drama to the story):

3:00pm Leah calls Maya to find out if their gratis shipment of TY-KU has arrived at the club for the 11-midnight open bar. Maya tells her that she has no idea because she is still on her couch watching Tina Fey do another brutally dead on impersonation of Sarah “I’m in Over My Head” Palin. Maya realizes she should probably start getting ready for the party.

4:00pm On the way to the club Maya picks up her fourth cup of coffee. Wonders if she is addicted. Says “screw it” and adds a double shot of espresso in for good measure.

5:00pm Maya informs Leah that indeed the TY-KU has arrived. Maya finds out there is a button on the bottom of the bottles causing it glow. This makes Maya say, “Ohhhh glowy.”

6:15pm Maya puts sandwich board outside with the words “You’ll be seeing Double, Thinking your Single.” For Confessions Happy. This is not Maya’s slogan, it is Leah’s. She has stolen it from under Leah. Maya’s evil laugh bubbles to the surface.

8:00pm Suave French Manu arrives with his crew (among them Soho House DJ Life, and the gorgeous Swedish Sanna). They pull up a table and watch “Rick James: Live” on the video monitors. Manu is pleased with the ambiance.

8:30pm Confessions party kicks into high gear. Andy arrives with his Milk Studios possy. He begins to check out the hot girls in the room. Andy looks to Maya for help with said hot girls. Maya reminds Andy that he is Australian and should work his accent.

Accent = Panties hitting the floor. Like Colt 45, it works every time.

9:15pm Southern Manny arrives with his crew, begins to call Maya “Sugerdove” and “Sweet Thing.” Maya shakes him off, Manny tries again, “Darling…you look good enough to eat!”  Maya then purses her lips and crosses her arms. *Manny knows when to stop.  (*Don’t get it twisted. Manny gets more ass then a toilet seat at the Lillith Fair.)

10:00pm Leah arrives with a slice of pizza for Maya. Maya was famished. Maya show Leah how TY-KU bottle glow. Leah shows her excitement by slapping Maya on the arm. Maya bruises easily, realizes she should let Leah in on that fact soon.

10:15pm Mr. Randy Watson (aka Jared the DJ arrives) drops “Apache” by The Sugar Hill gang forcing Maya to drop like its hot for Manu’s crew. Thunderous applause ensues.

11:00pm Already Legendary Promoters Keegan & James arrive. Keegan has been taking to rocking a blanket as a jacket. Maya is floored with the trend CATCHES ON. Two other men came in that night with blankets on as jackets. Maya thought she was floored when men started rockin’ man-bags (aka the canvas tots at “murses”).  Men + Purse = Ice cubes coming out of Maya’s vajaja. Tonight Keegan and James brings in several beautiful men from Australian and New Zealand causing Maya to purr like Eartha Kitt, “Well helllooooo boys.” She brings them to meet Andy hoping they will all say “Good’ay” to each other. They don’t. Maya is sad.

11:01pm Maya’s sadness is quickly remedied when Mr.Randy Watson plays “Straight out of Compton” by NWA, causing a near riot on the dance floor. Keegan, James and crew are now shirtless working it out. Maya is sandwiched between Andy and Sanna. Maya realized she is an assh*ole because Leah is behind the bar by herself. Runs back to help rescue Leah.

11:05pm Leah’s crew comes out in force taking over the whole front of the bar. Maya realizes Leah really IS the mayor of the Lower East Side. Leah’s charm, talent, and beauty cause a group of men to stare at Leah with starry eyes. Maya is perturbed. Leah pours Maya a chilled shot of tequila. Maya also becomes starry eyed with Leah.

11:06pm Open Bar has begun. It is madness. Everyone in the bar goes wild for the TY-KU and the bottles. “Ohhh glowy” is repeated ad nausem through the rest of open bar.

11:45pm Beth begins to Paparrazi the crowd. Some of the crowd don’t want their picture taken. Beth asks Maya “Why is that?” Maya informs Beth that some of these people are probably cheating on their girlfriend/boyfriend/wife/husband and don’t want it posted to blog. Beth’s goes to take twice as many photos.

12:00am Midnight Mandatory Shots are poured and drank at rapid fair secession. Maya almost gets knocked on her ass as everyone was in booty shaking fevor. Arms arms are flying and Maya is getting grinded upon needlessly. Maya runs back into the arms of Leah, who pours Maya another shot to calm her down.

1:00pm Some of Maya’s crew from S.O.B’s arrives. Ahmira, Maya, and Monica catch each other up on each other’s love life. In the middle of story telling, Maya gets asked out by one of the bar customers. Maya asks when said costumer was born. Customer says, 1986. Maya howls with laughter informing him she has bras older than that.  Ahmira informs Maya it’s time to go bra shopping. Maya agrees.

2:15pm Maya and Leah can’t believe party is still rolling. Leah makes executive decision to “shut it down” for the evening. Maya’s feet are killing her, and whole heartily agrees.

3:15pm Maya comes home, happy, a little buzzed and pleased that now she has all of her rent money. Because even in a bad economy, people still want to dance and drink.

See you all next Monday.

Confessions of Last Night w/ Maya & Leah: “The Real World” + Pro-Skater Dance+ Coffee Patron= Truly Outrageous.

To quote “Jem & The Holograms” last nights Confession Party was “Truly outrageous, truly, truly, truly outrageous.”

To sum up (because I’m hung over, I will use equations to explain last night) Wall to wall lovely lasses + Dudes trying to get together with said lovely lasses= Leah & I cracking up behind the bar while drinking coffee patron.

IF you haven’t partaken of this exquisite elixir- coffee patron, please, please run out and get a bottle. My new idea of paradise is chilled coffee patron + being sandwiched between Jason Statham and David Beckam (or another David I know, you know who you are DP you sexy beast.) + Barcelona= HEAVENLY DELICIOUS!!!!

The cast of the Real World were also there complete with full film crew. Ah “Reality” Television.

Of course what was better were Keegan & James adding their own special slice of flavor to the party. They are becoming a cult unto themselves and the cast of the Real World couldn’t get enough of them. Once again K&J were flanked by pro-skaters and a rather large entourage of sexy ladies (girls, when are ya’ll going to learn, skaters ain’t making out with you! They are only down for bromance, not romance!)

The booths became make out sessions for some at 310 Lounges with its candle lit setting, the free flowing ginger vodka, and Prince and Apollonia locking lips on the flat screens in the backroom. Jared (aka Mr. Randy Watson) once again brought a GREAT dance party.

Good f*cking times. See you all next Monday!

Iced Coffee Time. Beso- Maya Contreras

Confessions of Last Night: “Please Hammer Don’t Hurt ‘Em”, and “Sexting.”

(photos by Elizabeth Houston)

Last night was a BLAST.

Thanks to all of you who came to the first night of Confessions with Maya & Leah Party at 310 Bowery last night.

The open bar was a smash hit (of course) as was the DJ (thank you Jared you BROUGHT the dance party) and with the booze a flowin we all got onto important topics such as MC Hammer’s copious amount of music video footage (seriously, his videos ran longer than the RICK JAMES LIVE and PURPLE RAIN videos combined that we ran last night) and “Sexting.”

Sexting: (verb) def. the act of having sex through texting.

I’m not really understanding the mass ’sexting’ that is sweeping NYC lately. There are a veritable tapestry of sexual innuendos wallpapering the inbox of my Blackberry (see i just said ‘inbox’. Now one of my suitors would probably turn what i just said into “oh is in it in your box?”)

I understand when a relationship is long distance (e.g. New York-LA) but not what New Yorkers consider long distance (e.g. Lower East Side-Bronx). Most everyone (boys and girls) last night agreed that ’sexting’ should be foreplay with the promise of sex within a few hours, but not a new version of the 1990’s 900 numbers. We all agreed we should keep sex where we can see it- in the bedroom (or at the very least a clean public bathroom). It’s just lazzzzzzy…..

If you disagree just call me at 1-900-get-fuct.

See you all next Monday! Same fabulous drink specials, same sassy-a-frass hosts.

xo-Maya Contreras

P.S.

If you have time I would appreciate if you would vote for me for “best nightlife blog” for the Village Voice Reader’s Poll 2008.

so here is the link:
http://polls.villagevoice.com/polls/bestof2008/

(unfortunately you have to fill out at least 25 “best of’s” and nightlife is the very last category…boo.)

and if you could just cut and paste this link in:
http://www.pmbuzz.com/nycnightlife

love M