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vicarzAlchemy - Bits and pieces
On the way there, getting pelted with latino music and singing. "You speak Spanish?!" "No, I just know the words." I was hoping for more conversation, but it's not like we don't talk all the time. I tried to look suitably uncomfortable.
On the way in I heard my favorite Ladytron song, sonofabitch I knew I'd never make it inside in time. Dirty B caused me much pain last night. As soon as we crawled inside, I didn't make it past the door w/o running into 5 specially squiggly people. Slash, Tracey, Resteve, Kitty - it was like Renfest / old-school night from the get go, Kim was next? It never really stopped, the first hour or two of Alchemy was simply grabbing, hugging, kisses hello. Aaron in a wig, Hugh with a goatee. Later in the night I noticed that I was touching people I knew rather than saying hello, using my friends to steer myself across the club like I was swinging on the monkey rings.
Waiting for Jay seemed futile, and the extra dollar or two for real liquors made it worth a trip to the other bar. Her friends complained about the drinks being too strong, I tried to explain that they were receiving a bargain. "You're not paying for the mixer!"
I drank like I was driving - I guess it's a habit now. I acted drunker than I was - not to 'lie' to anyone, just to push myself, exaggerate, w/o losing control. I like my inebriation, but I don't like sloppy drunk. It's become another power game, yielding yet controlling.
Bondage Santa smacked my ass and pinched my tit. It seems I have some xmas spirit after all!
The 80s shit really worked for me on the main floor last night. I got to dance to some really amazing shit - Cure's killing an Arab? Good god, that could have been my house. I danced to a bunch of songs I didn't know too...it was just a good mix. They played some of my favorite old shit last night, Lords of Acid, KMFDAcronym, Thrill Kill, and a bunch of music I did not know. It seems the floor was filled with the old staples, and the mix was good. Enough time to socialize and enough "OhmygodIlovethissong" too keep hopping to.
psyche was yarned still. Blame Canada for my missing CDs! I blame her not for her airline affected sets - not that I really know who is playing what when. Nice to see you back from the UK ever so briefly!
Brain was a dirty fucking * last night. I danced my mariachis off last night, good god.railwaymadness grabbed me to say "But you hate this song!?" I laughed...yes I'll dance to dead stars. I love that song - and since I avoid synth pop like the plague when I hear it, it's not overplayed to me. It's a good song and fun to dance to! If you're lucky, they mix it into the cookie monster song! C is for cookie! I made cookies, I should dance to this! Ok I don't know when exactly Brian spun but I blame him. He ran out and danced in the middles of songs, hah!
kelowna was dancing weird. It was a pretty dance, but not the usual pixie sprinkle. I asked about it, she explained it didn't match her outfit. Sometimes you have to wonder what she has tucked away in there - never a dull moment.
I was boxing too much last night. It felt good - I did something I haven't for a while, I took out a lot of thoughts in dancing. I dance for a bazillion reasons - but last night I found I still had a lot of things bothering me. Something about the mix of friends and music let it all pour out on the dance floor. School came up, I spun, that group, arms flailed, people, events, work...it was strange, no specifics but the subject popped into my head and somehow my dance incorporated it. Lots of anger, too much boxing - when I noticed I'd bounce to try and shake my hands loose. Ah, it felt so good. I have no idea - my eyes were closed so much last night - no idea how I only hit the 3 people I meant to hit. Do not stop on the dance floor next to me and strike a goth pose, just don't. Don't stand on the dance floor w/o moving either. Too many people looked like targets, there was that point where all I saw were openings, so many people looking like onions to be peeled open layer by layer.
Not one guy with his shirt off last night should have had his shirt off. If girls in the US have too much body insecurity, boys have too little.
I stared up, saw the metal scaffolding, the 4 sided tweeters, wires leading to them from the ceiling, lights spinning in a predictable pattern. So simple the devices used for escapism, yeast piss and vibrations, how a couple 100 watt light bulbs would reveal the truth. I appreciated the illusion, knowing it for what it was and loving it despite, perhaps because of the nature of it. I have no idea what my dancing looked like, but I was one tired panting sweaty fucker at the end. I felt pretty inside.
I like a good lawyer as much as anyone, more if they are sweating through their white sports bra. Dayemn! Horses like salt licks, go equine power!
I have a friend who lives down the street who will be going to school with me (kinda) this semester! Rosslyn Heights...crap I have to grab her info.
I think I dodged three people's kiss-kisses last night. I talked to a girl I've always found attractive - who I found out doesn't dance well (I don't care). She seemed really friendly, quickly bounding from receptive to flirtatious to aggressive. I played a little game, guessing to myself that if I didn't kiss her she'd be making out with someone else soon. I dance to a couple of songs, and then saw her at the bar winning my bet for me.
I shared my advice - say no even if it's yes. It just looks better. If it's worth doing at all, it's always worth waiting for. Only mistakes pass by with a 'hit now or never' label. You never lose respect saying no.
Strange end to the night - saw a goth looking boy in my neighborhood - he waved our car by as though...it was just odd. I meant to find out who he was, didn't as we talked and he was gone when I got out. A goth in my neck of the woods? Didn't look like my flavor, but a curiosity none-the-less.
On the way there, getting pelted with latino music and singing. "You speak Spanish?!" "No, I just know the words." I was hoping for more conversation, but it's not like we don't talk all the time. I tried to look suitably uncomfortable.
On the way in I heard my favorite Ladytron song, sonofabitch I knew I'd never make it inside in time. Dirty B caused me much pain last night. As soon as we crawled inside, I didn't make it past the door w/o running into 5 specially squiggly people. Slash, Tracey, Resteve, Kitty - it was like Renfest / old-school night from the get go, Kim was next? It never really stopped, the first hour or two of Alchemy was simply grabbing, hugging, kisses hello. Aaron in a wig, Hugh with a goatee. Later in the night I noticed that I was touching people I knew rather than saying hello, using my friends to steer myself across the club like I was swinging on the monkey rings.
Waiting for Jay seemed futile, and the extra dollar or two for real liquors made it worth a trip to the other bar. Her friends complained about the drinks being too strong, I tried to explain that they were receiving a bargain. "You're not paying for the mixer!"
I drank like I was driving - I guess it's a habit now. I acted drunker than I was - not to 'lie' to anyone, just to push myself, exaggerate, w/o losing control. I like my inebriation, but I don't like sloppy drunk. It's become another power game, yielding yet controlling.
Bondage Santa smacked my ass and pinched my tit. It seems I have some xmas spirit after all!
The 80s shit really worked for me on the main floor last night. I got to dance to some really amazing shit - Cure's killing an Arab? Good god, that could have been my house. I danced to a bunch of songs I didn't know too...it was just a good mix. They played some of my favorite old shit last night, Lords of Acid, KMFDAcronym, Thrill Kill, and a bunch of music I did not know. It seems the floor was filled with the old staples, and the mix was good. Enough time to socialize and enough "OhmygodIlovethissong" too keep hopping to.
psyche was yarned still. Blame Canada for my missing CDs! I blame her not for her airline affected sets - not that I really know who is playing what when. Nice to see you back from the UK ever so briefly! Brain was a dirty fucking * last night. I danced my mariachis off last night, good god.
railwaymadness grabbed me to say "But you hate this song!?" I laughed...yes I'll dance to dead stars. I love that song - and since I avoid synth pop like the plague when I hear it, it's not overplayed to me. It's a good song and fun to dance to! If you're lucky, they mix it into the cookie monster song! C is for cookie! I made cookies, I should dance to this! Ok I don't know when exactly Brian spun but I blame him. He ran out and danced in the middles of songs, hah! kelowna was dancing weird. It was a pretty dance, but not the usual pixie sprinkle. I asked about it, she explained it didn't match her outfit. Sometimes you have to wonder what she has tucked away in there - never a dull moment. I was boxing too much last night. It felt good - I did something I haven't for a while, I took out a lot of thoughts in dancing. I dance for a bazillion reasons - but last night I found I still had a lot of things bothering me. Something about the mix of friends and music let it all pour out on the dance floor. School came up, I spun, that group, arms flailed, people, events, work...it was strange, no specifics but the subject popped into my head and somehow my dance incorporated it. Lots of anger, too much boxing - when I noticed I'd bounce to try and shake my hands loose. Ah, it felt so good. I have no idea - my eyes were closed so much last night - no idea how I only hit the 3 people I meant to hit. Do not stop on the dance floor next to me and strike a goth pose, just don't. Don't stand on the dance floor w/o moving either. Too many people looked like targets, there was that point where all I saw were openings, so many people looking like onions to be peeled open layer by layer.
Not one guy with his shirt off last night should have had his shirt off. If girls in the US have too much body insecurity, boys have too little.
I stared up, saw the metal scaffolding, the 4 sided tweeters, wires leading to them from the ceiling, lights spinning in a predictable pattern. So simple the devices used for escapism, yeast piss and vibrations, how a couple 100 watt light bulbs would reveal the truth. I appreciated the illusion, knowing it for what it was and loving it despite, perhaps because of the nature of it. I have no idea what my dancing looked like, but I was one tired panting sweaty fucker at the end. I felt pretty inside.
I like a good lawyer as much as anyone, more if they are sweating through their white sports bra. Dayemn! Horses like salt licks, go equine power!
I have a friend who lives down the street who will be going to school with me (kinda) this semester! Rosslyn Heights...crap I have to grab her info.
I think I dodged three people's kiss-kisses last night. I talked to a girl I've always found attractive - who I found out doesn't dance well (I don't care). She seemed really friendly, quickly bounding from receptive to flirtatious to aggressive. I played a little game, guessing to myself that if I didn't kiss her she'd be making out with someone else soon. I dance to a couple of songs, and then saw her at the bar winning my bet for me.
I shared my advice - say no even if it's yes. It just looks better. If it's worth doing at all, it's always worth waiting for. Only mistakes pass by with a 'hit now or never' label. You never lose respect saying no.
Strange end to the night - saw a goth looking boy in my neighborhood - he waved our car by as though...it was just odd. I meant to find out who he was, didn't as we talked and he was gone when I got out. A goth in my neck of the woods? Didn't look like my flavor, but a curiosity none-the-less.
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Date: 2003-12-26 09:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-26 10:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-26 11:02 am (UTC)Some people have high school reunions....we have former night club/era reunions...::smirk::
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I have no problem being an armstand for vicars. ;)
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Date: 2003-12-26 03:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-26 09:44 am (UTC)the pixie sprinkle didn't match the outfit, not the pretty dance ;)
--kelowna
I couldn't find a ride
Date: 2003-12-26 12:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-26 05:42 pm (UTC)I had a lot of fun last night and am glad you survived the whole car ride while being "pelted" with me singing to Juanes. Oh, and you were pseudo successful at look suitably uncomfortable...it just made me giggle more though :-)
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Date: 2003-12-27 01:24 pm (UTC)Dear Great One
Date: 2003-12-27 03:04 pm (UTC)Oh dear great one,
Can you please teach me to be as considerate and wonderful as you? I truly inspire to be so more like you and rid myself of my rude, and selfish ways.
Love,
Your #1 fan and hopeful pupil to be :-)
Re: Dear Great One
Date: 2003-12-28 05:16 am (UTC)