Mick Boogie captains the ship of hip-hop debauchery Saturday at Touch.
If you haven’t been to this party yet, you might believe LeBron is some type of French pastry. The every-last-Saturday “Classic Hip Hop Extravaganza” in the shoebox basement of Touch Supper Club
(2710 Lorain Ave; 216.631.5200), spun by Mick Boogie and Terry Urban, is Cleveland at its finest, and yes, that means drunkest and danciest and sweatiest. But this isn’t frat-boys-gathered-around-a-mechanical-bull-praying-for-boobs hammered
. This is practice-your-“Worm” sloshed. This is week-before-and-morning-after-be-damned giddiness: that’s right, this is Zack Reed drunkeness.
But the man behind the funk, Boogie, explains it best: “Its the only hiphop party in the city that is actually real hiphop. No gimmicks, no nonsense, no bottle service. Great music, lots of dancing and fun for all.”
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