Elite Event at Machine: Guilty Pleasures

I know I’m a tad late to the reviewing party, but this event was such a good time that I couldn’t not write something about it. As Damien S’s first event as community manager, he set a high standard for himself, continuing the tradition that Leighann F perpetuated.
With free-​flowing, strong drinks, abundant snacks ranging from maple-​bacon donuts to «meat candy,» and an impressive karaōke effort overseen by Miss Eve, I can only say good things about the evening. The crowd in attendance only heightened the experience, making for a memorable, if a bit hazy, event.

Hooked into Machine the other Thursday for the Unilocal Elite event! So maybe it wasn’t a typical night at the Machine (if there ever could be one — this place is wild!), but it still warrants a review:
*Kind of hard to spot when driving down Boylston (sign is more modest than I had imagined).
*Head downstairs to bar and karaōke — or bar and a dance floor (equipped with dancing poles — a-​thank you very much).
*GREAT bartenders (friendly and generous) and GREAT D.J. (kept everyone moving for houuurs — as is a D.J.‘s objective, but I liked how this one mixed it up and yet held everyone’s attention).
*Generous bartenders pour up delicious mixers and get you back to your entertainment quickly! It only took two Pink Lemonades to get me to what I call the «woooo”-point of my evening…
I’ll definitely return! Who doesn’t want to check out drag karaōke or bop around to some awesome beats with some wacky people?!

Yay Damien for your first elite event! I mean any elite event that includes bacon is a winner on my list.
Yup, we had maple covered donuts topped with BACON. Jealous? :-)
And if that wasn’t sweet and sinful enough for you, then there were also cookies galore from Cow and Crumb and that mint chocolate one was pretty much heavenly. Not quite thin mint material, but definitely up there. And the fact they gave us gift bags with extra cookies in them at the end of the night, a double bonus! There were also some tasty caramel brownies from dancing deer and I finally got to try out Back Bay Social Club’s meat candy and apple tart! And the guy who was working that station is basically the coolest guy ever. He had some serious dance moves and since he was having so much fun serving up the food, that made the food seem even better than it was! Hard to make meat candy any better, but I am sucker for good service!
And thanks to Machine and Miss Eve for hosting the night! Yes, I sang a little on the mic at the beginning of the event, and yes that DJ played some 90’s throw back music to help us Unilocalers out after our free barefoot wine and pink lemonade cocktails! All in all, it was a lovely trip to the Fenway area!

Let me just say right up front: I hate karaōke. I HATE karaōke. But with Amy’s goading and the fabulous delightfulness of the Mistress of the Karaōke, the amazing Eve Adams, I was up there not just once but twice! Thank you alcohol! The drinks were of course, well made and fabulous (though, there was no grape flavor in the grape drink, despite being tasty).
I love partying with my fellow Unilocalers, and love it even better when old favorites come out to surprise me (Machine, Back Bay Social Club) and when newcomers tickle my fancy!
Damien, it was a pleasure– I can’t wait for many more Elite events with you at the helm!

Had a wonderful time at this event! I must give a shot out to Rob, the best bartender all night. He was very personable, swift, and knew how to make a drink! Kudos!
The karaōke DJ had sass and brought it.
The crowd was cool. The music was awesome, taking me back to the good old days. We danced the night away.
Thanks to the new community manager. Congrats!

Anything that gets me screaming «We’re LIVING in a powder keg and GIVING off SPARKS!!» gets five stars. Belting out «Africa» by Toto, onstage, with backup, also gets a thumbs up. What else?
The libations kept flowing long after 10 pm. The karaōke room bartender was the happiest drink slinger I’ve ever come across. I got to ogle urinating men in the unisex restroom. Maple bacon donuts.
I was so busy dancing, eating, singing and posing for pictures that I didn’t notice how late it was until someone said the word «midnight» and I had to beat a hasty retreat.
Thanks to all the food people, and the drink people, Machine, and of course our CM (who’s a killer MC) for the fantastic evening!

Holy Sweet Meat! what an event…
I was completely overwhelmed at this event, but in a good way. So many options to pick from. What drink choice? What sweet treat? What side of the bar? Karaōke or a DJ? Ah the insanity!
This elite event was fantastic. I loved getting to belt along to the songs the karaōke singers were performing (Brave to everyone who did that) and boogie down to what the DJ was spinning on the other side.
The stomachache from all the sweets was well worth it. I was hooked on the mini chocolate chip cookies that tasted exactly like Girl Scout Thin Mints and the Bacon topped Maple glazed donuts. Hello sugar coma.
There was a little bit of everything for everyone. Well done.
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There used to be a TV affixed to the wall above my fireplace. That TV (along with my couch, coffee table, side chairs, fridge, Hello Kitty humidifier) now lies mangled on the sidewalk three stories below. After last night, I simply no longer had space for it so out it went. In its place I have constructed a shrine to the Back Bay Social Club woman who walked by a fellow Unilocaler’s and my table at the tail end of the event. For the sake of brevity, I shall henceforth refer to that woman as «God.»
God was carrying a punch bowl of something that made me say «I SMELL MEAT.» Before last night, whenever I encountered a punch bowl the most I could hope for was rum, preferably not mixed with Crystal Light. NO LONGER. The contents of God’s punch bowl: brown sugar, pineapple, and kielbasa.
God left said punch bowl of «meat candy» at one end of the bar while I stood mere feet away predatorily eyeing it. The world’s sweetest bartenders handed me a plastic cup so I could pounce: meat candy by the cupful, meat candy by the cocktail sword, meat candy body shots… the options were limitless. Somehow I’d missed the stuff when it was actually being served, but this more than made up for that lapse, and right when the party was seamlessly morphing into its own just-​as-​friendly-​and-​just-​as-​melodic (/​raucous) afterparty.
So: well played, Damien. I shan’t mention that I might’ve defenestrated all my copies of «Inferno» in order to create room for a shrine to you too, because not only was there the meat candy hookup but there were also so many others, including but not limited to the stellar venue selection (bonus points for the unofficially unisex bathroom option, not that I didn’t appreciate it when one of the Machine sweethearts automatically walked me to the ladies’ even though I fully encourage cross-​infiltration), the DJ and KJ, the booze – and, of course, Biba’s maple BACON doughnuts, Cow & Crumb’s cookies (and bags of them to go!), and Dancing Deer’s brownies.
Now back to idol worshipping the meat candy… «You don’t know how far I’d go to ease this precious ache, you don’t know how much I’d give or how much I can take…»

I had a great time. I didn’t sing Karaōke cause of none you can make me do it… I won’t I swear.
I tried to be a good little helper to Biba’s Baked Good, and help with the plating, and the bacon-​enhacement on those tasty maple donuts, but I also had to heed the call of the wild. At least I think it was the call of the wild, it could have just been some of the Unilocalers belting out their faves at the mike.
I answered the call, I danced and mingled, had some sweet treats. good cookies, a little brownie-​lovin’, MEAT CANDY, and of course sampled the Biba goods while plating.
I miss my Unilocalers and await the time that I can be more active in the community and attend more events. I love the Unilocalers of old, adore the Unilocalers of middle age, and never leave an event without at least meeting one or 2 new ones.
Due to my over-​socialization and my lack of paper $$, I only had one drink at the event (Thank you kindly Mr. Marc). As a former server and someone who was raised right at least part of the time, I know if I am not prepared to tip, then I am not prepared to indulge in the service.
Thanks very much to Damien our new CM, Machine (special thanks to O’Neal and Justin for helping us out at Biba’s), as well as Cow & Crumb, Back Bay Social Club, and Dancing Deer. And thank you Alison Angrim for the guest celebrity appearance. I plan to see you and all your little Nellie nastiness on Sunday.
A great night, and those that saw my headlights can attest to, I was having a good time.

So I’m eating my Cow & Crumb to go cookies for breakfast as I type this, and they’re just as delicious the morning after!
Overall an awesome event! It was great to mingle with everyone while snacking on sweet treats — meat candy, caramel pecan brownies and the ginger cookies were standouts. DJ Gay Jim gave us the beats to get down while everyone’s favorite karaōke drag queen, Eve Adams, kept it rocking in the adjacent bar.
Thank you to everyone who made it possible: Machine, Biba’s, Cow & Crumb, Back Bay Social Club, Dancing Deer, Smirnoff/​Absolut/​Coors/​Miller/​Barefoot and, of course, Damien!

Damien, You have more than proved yourself as our new faithful leader.
Great venue — tons of room, lots of nooks and make out crannies, unisex bathroom, bars everywhere, awesome bartenders, great customer service.
Maple Bacon Donuts. (I still have some stuffed down my pants for later)
Brownies, cookies, sausages. (you never sausage a sausage)
I wanted to try every flavor of Smirnoff but I was reminded that she would be driving me home on Saturday so EYE had to drive tonight.
BUT there was vanilla, pomegranate, blueberry, lemon and more. and plenty of it. No waiting for a drink.
EVE the host of Karaōke not only was fun and funny she could friggin sing too!
Great event D. You did a great job. Our boy’s all growed up. Kiss Kiss.
xoxoxoxoxoxox mmmmmmaaaa!

Maple bacon donuts, free vodka, and drag queen karaōke.
A+ bitches. A+.

Hey Elite Crew. It’s ME! Alyssa! And I’m Elite now too; bitches.
I had fun. I have no idea what happened. I know I danced. I ate meat candy (Holy AMAZING Batman). People sang. I danced. I had a name tag.
Umm…That’s it?
Totally bad. ass.

HEy-​o, I had fun last night singing backup for all the great karaōke crooners and divas. Damien, take care of those pipes. You never know when the Darkness might reunite and need a new frontman.
Biba, you’ve created something beautifully evil. After eating a modest 3 (and demurely packaging 6 to go) I was asked how many maple bacon donuts I could actually eat. I answered 12 but I worry that it might be higher.
I’d like to give another shoutout to the staff at Machine. The bartenders were awesome. Eve ran a great karaōke show. An all around great venue.
Kudos to Damien for choosing a spot perfectly suited for its own after party.

I was sick all week (and still am), but knew I had to pull it together for the Elite event at Machine. And I’m glad I did!
From the yummy pastries to the enjoyable drinks to the awesome DJ (unfortunately, I did not partake in the karaōke), this event was a fun time for all. So glad I danced off that maple-​bacon donut thingy! YUM!
It was great to see a different Unilocal crowd at this event.

I am now reviewing my umpteenth Unilocal Elite Event. I gotta say, we all do truly know how to get down with our bad selves. Yeah. The most adorable and sweet bartender who made me a delicious non-​alcoholic bevvie of cranberry, ginger ale and a lime was so lovely. I ended up getting one glass of the Barefoot Wines Cabernet-​Sauvignon and it was delightful.
You know what else was delightful? YOU.
Yes.
YOU.
All the Unilocalers old and new, new and old, it never ceases to amaze me the amount of fun we all have with each other.
Thank you to Damien for throwing this together, what a nice Thursday night it was!
I enjoyed shakin what my mama gave me on the dance floor .
I also got to karaōke with Emily G to Barry Manilow’s Copacabana with none other than Eve Adams backing us up. What a doll!
What else can I say? Unilocal is here to stay!
Oh and, ya all make me wanna Shoop.

Haven’t had this much fun since… um… ok… so there’s a first time for everything. I had a blast!
Awesome food (though terrible-​looking waistline is likely in the next few days)… Never heard of or had maple bacon doughnuts or meat candy (the food, not the rump-​shaker in the middle of the dance floor…).
I want more! (the food, not the rump-​shaker in the middle of the dance floor…).
Great company, great drinks… great event thrown by a great new community manager!
Great situation for the SituAsian!

I’m currently sitting on my couch sipping tea and nursing my vocal chords like I did back int he day when I sang quite frequently. Any party that got me back on stage to belt out Madonna had to have been epic, and if you weren’t there YOU SUCK.
Where to start?
Oh yeah, Daisy. Daisy is the best bartender in Boston and after his days at ManRay he went to Machine. Daisy took care of me, I took care of Daisy. The drinks were great, the DJ was PHENOMENAL, the vibe was incredibly social.. much like the Unilocal events of old. Everyone making new friends, dancing, drinking, and having a blast.
And the food.. ZOMG the food. Biba once again put 10lbs on my waist with her brilliant maple bacon donuts, and other assorted baked goodies. Back Bay social club represented with some sweet and savory dishes, and God knows who they were (though I’m hoping he’ll remind me) shoed up with mint chocolate chip cookies, and someone else had brownies, and someone else had something else in the bathroom.
Shit this night was a blur.
Damien. fuck yeah. I knew Leighann made the right choice.
Just, yeah.. fuck yeah.
Fuck yeah.

I think my voice might be gone tomorrow so I guess it’s a good thing I slurred something to Damien about bringing a little trashy back to Unilocal when I could. I mean that as a good thing. This was just enough to be awesome and the venue allowed us to let loose and a get a little Unilocaly all over the place.
Thanks to everyone especially my darling Biba for bringing the Mexican chocolate cupcakes that have ruined me for all cupcakes. Damien, well played my friend. Rob, thank you for taking such good care of me and my friends. Also, thanks for listening when I requested that my special shot not kill me. I know my boss will appreciate seeing me in the morning.
Oh, and if you see pictures of me doing terrible things those are forgeries or something… unless I look good. Mmhmm, yep.

This Elite event RULED — good show, Damien! We were even able to stay out past the 2 hour block which was a rarity, and I saw more than a few folks double-​fisting at the end to take advantage of the free booze.
Karaōke? Spot on. Cookies, donuts, muffins, and meat candy everywhere? OH yeah. Special shout-​out to Biba’s for making veggie and vegan donuts for the non-​pork-​eaters among us, Cow & Crumb for my cookie doggie bag, and to Mark Real, Customer Service Manager for Dancing Deer — my friend and I tried to come up with baby names for him that would be awesome to use with his last name. His favorite was my pick, «Faux Real,» and now he’s sending me a goodie basket. See kids, it pays to stay in school.
Good dj, good drinks, good location, good time. Beware tho — this is a gay bar, and the bathroom is unisex. Soooooo ladies you may walk in watching a fella do his bi’niss out in the open while you walk past to a stall — not for the weak-​hearted!