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Jan. 25th, 2010 06:54 amCrap! Just realized that party full of really pretty people in the hotel's restaurant last night was actually the showing of an Iron Chef competition with a local Iron Chef. I heard him speaking but he seemed to ramble so I had no idea why everyone was gathered in the restaurant - I was just sitting in the lobby for the free internet connection (which I had just discovered). I thought it was a wedding or oddly formal game-watching party. I sorta wish I had known and watched, but I might not have enjoyed it being alone (it was crowded too). It's not as fun to do things by yourself.
Funny thing is once you connect in the lobby by leaving the computer on the pay-for-use service detected me as a user...so even though I'm now 8 floors up it treats me as free. Awesome accidental hack!
Saints won - big deal here. The went to overtime, so I may have sleepy witnesses today. I don't watch football but I have to route for all the teams getting a superbowl win to their credit.
A very brief note about Sat:
I started off in First Street (Prince club) and it was pretty cool. The statements of "gothity" were really misplaced - it was all electronic music but more hipster electro - no goth or industrial at all. I liked everything they played - makes me think I should try some of those atlas dist hipster dance party nights. Hipsters are generally pleasing on the eyes. Only thing I found a little disconcerting was that there was very little dancing - the dance floor was full, but the people who could dance were generally "sarcastic dancing." Nobody danced alone - pairs and groups, and as with all large gatherings of white folks people did that hands in the air move ad naseum.
Walking to the club I noticed the very white clubs and the very black clubs - little to no crossover at all. " "All the hot girls are in this club; and they're dancing their fucking asses off in amgen---whooo"! Eep. Understand it was like 40 deg F, so around here it's practically august in their minds (I think today it'll be 15-20, tomorrow 9 deg F). I noticed the latitude is similar to Toronto.
I did dance at the hipster night thingy, but I had very little space to do it in. I left that place to hit the gay 90s for finishing up the night - first, it's called the gay 90s, second, it's very near the hotel. It was surprisingly not fun though. The layout is nice, but...there were a lot of straight people for a gay bar. And by straight I mean loud and obnoxious. The main floor leads you down a long bar with lots of tables for gabbing, ending on a mini dance floor with all "black music" and similarly a mostly black dancing crowd (but unlike the mainstream clubs, it was somewhat mixed). Near the end of the bar is a curtain lined stripper stage at bar level. A very fit black guy was air-humping for anyone that would watch or tip. I tipped him, believe it or not. He was doing pushups for a couple more straight girls, and threw in a set of 1-handed pushups (I just jammed a dollar in his sock and ran when he tried to talk to / thank me). Also on the main floor, though I kinda missed it on my first go-round, was a main dance floor. The music was only so-so, and 1-2 parties of "whoo-ing" straight-girl bridesmaids made it mildly annoying. I left that floor when the stripper guy showed up and tried to dance with me.
The only person that talked to me was some guy hitting on me briefly in the line to get in the gay 90s. I didn't try to talk to anyone.
Upstairs is a huge drag show stage and a quiet bar / pool table. Note - gay drinks FAR STRONGER than in the first avenue venue. Made for a long painful Sunday of not doing much at all. Nobody was really watching the drag show, but I coughed up another dollar when a sister did a cartwheel and ended in a full splits - in heels.
People watching is kinda fun but I would have preferred company. Watching the hipsters sarcastic dance, seeing that one skinny couple all grindy (and cute), watching the straight guys in the gay bar hanging on to their women like one moment of air might get them gay-assaulted, watching straight girls one-up dare each other to act more gay because it was turning on their boyfriends...I dunno. I was kinda bored.
Today is my 15 year employment anniversary and I'm very ready for my hearing. I wish I was in the office and this hearing is a world of suck as I seriously suspect this AJ of bias (and am doing everything with a sharp eye on appeal or report to her supervisor from my entire dept - as she has consistently found the same way against our Agency under totally different cases). Still, wow. 15 years. Neato.
Tonight, depending on when I get out of the hearing, I might try the mega-mall, or at http://www.darktwincities.com/clubs.php see the Monday night thing at the Saloon (They feature Hard Mondays, every Monday after 10 p.m. with a wide variety of gothic and industrial dance music). There is also the chance that the witnesses will want to do food or drink or something - that would be ok too (and probably still allow the Hard Monday. Hard. Huh-huh.
Funny thing is once you connect in the lobby by leaving the computer on the pay-for-use service detected me as a user...so even though I'm now 8 floors up it treats me as free. Awesome accidental hack!
Saints won - big deal here. The went to overtime, so I may have sleepy witnesses today. I don't watch football but I have to route for all the teams getting a superbowl win to their credit.
A very brief note about Sat:
I started off in First Street (Prince club) and it was pretty cool. The statements of "gothity" were really misplaced - it was all electronic music but more hipster electro - no goth or industrial at all. I liked everything they played - makes me think I should try some of those atlas dist hipster dance party nights. Hipsters are generally pleasing on the eyes. Only thing I found a little disconcerting was that there was very little dancing - the dance floor was full, but the people who could dance were generally "sarcastic dancing." Nobody danced alone - pairs and groups, and as with all large gatherings of white folks people did that hands in the air move ad naseum.
Walking to the club I noticed the very white clubs and the very black clubs - little to no crossover at all. " "All the hot girls are in this club; and they're dancing their fucking asses off in amgen---whooo"! Eep. Understand it was like 40 deg F, so around here it's practically august in their minds (I think today it'll be 15-20, tomorrow 9 deg F). I noticed the latitude is similar to Toronto.
I did dance at the hipster night thingy, but I had very little space to do it in. I left that place to hit the gay 90s for finishing up the night - first, it's called the gay 90s, second, it's very near the hotel. It was surprisingly not fun though. The layout is nice, but...there were a lot of straight people for a gay bar. And by straight I mean loud and obnoxious. The main floor leads you down a long bar with lots of tables for gabbing, ending on a mini dance floor with all "black music" and similarly a mostly black dancing crowd (but unlike the mainstream clubs, it was somewhat mixed). Near the end of the bar is a curtain lined stripper stage at bar level. A very fit black guy was air-humping for anyone that would watch or tip. I tipped him, believe it or not. He was doing pushups for a couple more straight girls, and threw in a set of 1-handed pushups (I just jammed a dollar in his sock and ran when he tried to talk to / thank me). Also on the main floor, though I kinda missed it on my first go-round, was a main dance floor. The music was only so-so, and 1-2 parties of "whoo-ing" straight-girl bridesmaids made it mildly annoying. I left that floor when the stripper guy showed up and tried to dance with me.
The only person that talked to me was some guy hitting on me briefly in the line to get in the gay 90s. I didn't try to talk to anyone.
Upstairs is a huge drag show stage and a quiet bar / pool table. Note - gay drinks FAR STRONGER than in the first avenue venue. Made for a long painful Sunday of not doing much at all. Nobody was really watching the drag show, but I coughed up another dollar when a sister did a cartwheel and ended in a full splits - in heels.
People watching is kinda fun but I would have preferred company. Watching the hipsters sarcastic dance, seeing that one skinny couple all grindy (and cute), watching the straight guys in the gay bar hanging on to their women like one moment of air might get them gay-assaulted, watching straight girls one-up dare each other to act more gay because it was turning on their boyfriends...I dunno. I was kinda bored.
Today is my 15 year employment anniversary and I'm very ready for my hearing. I wish I was in the office and this hearing is a world of suck as I seriously suspect this AJ of bias (and am doing everything with a sharp eye on appeal or report to her supervisor from my entire dept - as she has consistently found the same way against our Agency under totally different cases). Still, wow. 15 years. Neato.
Tonight, depending on when I get out of the hearing, I might try the mega-mall, or at http://www.darktwincities.com/clubs.php see the Monday night thing at the Saloon (They feature Hard Mondays, every Monday after 10 p.m. with a wide variety of gothic and industrial dance music). There is also the chance that the witnesses will want to do food or drink or something - that would be ok too (and probably still allow the Hard Monday. Hard. Huh-huh.
