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Load up the Mystery Machine: The Return To Renwick...

For some oddball reason, the big corporate bozos that brought us the wonderfully horrible "Scooby Doo" movie decided that they wanted to have a big DVD release party for it, and they wanted to do it at the historic NYC Renwick ruin. Makes a lot of sense to me. "let's invite all these kids and parents to an old hospital ruin where hundreds of people died of smallpox, so we can dance on their grave".

Being the lords of nightlife and darkness and evil that we are, myself and Ms Rabbit made our way in. (it should be noted that in talking to security after the party, they boldly proclaimed to Ms. Rabbit that no one ever gets to this secured part of the island. Who are they kidding? Yeah, Right guy. Try a little harder to pick a gal up and make yourself sound like more than the waste or life you are.)

Inside said party was a bespectacle of pitifulness. The Lighting, decorating, etc. was utterly magnificent, while the atmosphere of kids trying to win a cookie eating contest (consisting of the shittyest, most stale looking cookies i've ever seen) so their parents could win a vacation away from the harry potter pooping brat - all set to the back drop of the baha men performing on a stage no one was even looking at.

And the ruin itself was off limits... the kids couldn't go in there, and you know they all wanted to.

So what is to be made of the surreal scene?

Let's do the math: Right about now there is some kid puking his head off while his parents frantically try to find a sitter and trying to secretly explain to whomever they're cheating on their spouses with that they can't come out to play this week, unless he or she wants to meet up in the bahamas. The kid, of course, will probably sneak out of the house once the parents are gone and become an urban explorer, attempting to get back into renwick and thus proving the rent a cops wrong for the 50 billionth time. (c'mon, if the jinx project can get into renwick, I'm sure a toddler can). The Baha Men are hopefully brushing up on their burger flipping skills, as it is painfully obvious that when you're relegated to doing a scooby doo DVD party your musical career, at least this chapter of it, is over. And in another part of town, those smallpox victims who's final hours were spent at renwick are rolling over in there graves... (I ask you this: in 100 years will they be throwing such partys at Auschwitz? the wtc site? Where's the respect?)

And me? I'm still going through the dozens of photos I took, happy to know I've finally had my total fix of renwick...