If you read this week's "Fly Life" column in the Village Voice you might have noted that it carried the ominous title, "A Full-Circle Farewell," and ended on the following note:

And I will always remember, mostly with fondness, all of the parties and places I've seen: Motherfucker, MisShapes, Siberia, Mama's Bar, Rated X, the Cock, the Hole, Halcyon, Matter:/form boat rides, Bunker at subTonic, the Dark Room, Nublu, P.S. 1, Body and Soul, Shelter, Cielo, Centro-Fly, Luxx, APT, Plant Bar, Filter 14. There are too many people to thank (don't worry, I won't soon forget) and too many moments to immortalize. I'd need three columns to do everyone justice, but I don't have that. Party over: out of time.

Could it be? Nightlife denizen Tricia Romano another victim of new editor Tony Ortega's merciless scythe?

Not exactly. Our Trish has, in fact, left the column to take the position of Voice staff writer. No word yet on her replacement as Boswell to Ultragrrrl's Johnson, but, reached for comment, she did have this to say about her new position:

I'm looking forward to losing the 20 pounds I've put on in the last five years due to consuming unhealthy amounts of alcohol, and to getting some pigment in my skin thanks to time spent in the sun (which I've seen for exactly three hours). Next feature: In Defense of Puppies and Kittens.

Congratulations, Tricia. We can't wait to read about which side of the triphop-electropop divide first responders who developed asbestosis because of the government conspiracy at Ground Zero fall on.

A Full-Circle Farewell [Village Voice]
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