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I have been awake-ish for a while, but was unable to move when the purring kitten woke up from my foot and walked up my chest and lay down in the crook of my neck under my chin. Purring slowed and slept, and while I don't sleep well on my back I was kitten-pinned and made do.
Das Bunker made me sad. Recently I saw an episode of Top Gear, and curly-haired-man loved a car and just thought everything about it was right. This made him sad because as we are more aware of the environment and the government seems to be on a relentless war on speed that this apex was only to be followed by droll safe commutes your grandmother could nap through.
Das Bunker was in a night club. There were 3 dance floors: Main floor with a mix of music (dancey industrial), 2nd floor was labeled old school, and there was a power noise room (you hear that Kirstin!?)
Kitten is eating my shorts. It seems the strings from cut offs are enticing.
The crowd was all over the map. I'm thrilled by the high azn % (good god they dress up) and "mexigoths." Much more diverse than a DC night (though still weak on the af-amer front). What really made me happy was the age range - the scene was VIBRANT. Sure there were geezers like me, but there were a fair number of 18-20 year olds and everything in between. People were dressed up - made me want to be more dressed. It was like old Nation - a reason to go out.
The two stripper poles on the main floor weren't necessary but did keep the tourists centralized. Kim steered me to the right bartender and that worked out nicely as well. I should have danced early in the main room - I liked the music but it seemed too early in the night. It was all new or at least stuff I didn't recognize, but it was highly danceable. As the alcohol woke me up the music went more stompy and the oldie floor never quite caught my vibe. Still, I was happy to spend most of the night schizo from floor to floor and watching tons of people I didn't know.
I would like to speak at length about the responsive motion to my filing on a pending fee petition, but I'm just not delusional enough to find a part of me that thinks anyone does, or should, care.
Happily there is no plan for today at all. I think I'll gnaw on kittie's head like an avocado seed.
Das Bunker made me sad. Recently I saw an episode of Top Gear, and curly-haired-man loved a car and just thought everything about it was right. This made him sad because as we are more aware of the environment and the government seems to be on a relentless war on speed that this apex was only to be followed by droll safe commutes your grandmother could nap through.
Das Bunker was in a night club. There were 3 dance floors: Main floor with a mix of music (dancey industrial), 2nd floor was labeled old school, and there was a power noise room (you hear that Kirstin!?)
Kitten is eating my shorts. It seems the strings from cut offs are enticing.
The crowd was all over the map. I'm thrilled by the high azn % (good god they dress up) and "mexigoths." Much more diverse than a DC night (though still weak on the af-amer front). What really made me happy was the age range - the scene was VIBRANT. Sure there were geezers like me, but there were a fair number of 18-20 year olds and everything in between. People were dressed up - made me want to be more dressed. It was like old Nation - a reason to go out.
The two stripper poles on the main floor weren't necessary but did keep the tourists centralized. Kim steered me to the right bartender and that worked out nicely as well. I should have danced early in the main room - I liked the music but it seemed too early in the night. It was all new or at least stuff I didn't recognize, but it was highly danceable. As the alcohol woke me up the music went more stompy and the oldie floor never quite caught my vibe. Still, I was happy to spend most of the night schizo from floor to floor and watching tons of people I didn't know.
I would like to speak at length about the responsive motion to my filing on a pending fee petition, but I'm just not delusional enough to find a part of me that thinks anyone does, or should, care.
Happily there is no plan for today at all. I think I'll gnaw on kittie's head like an avocado seed.
