Holy cats! I actually went out. In public. Not to work, but to have actual fun.
Saturday, I went out with Leanna and Geoff. Bil and a friend stopped by. The night didn’t get started as early as I would have liked, me having to work until 11 and all, but we arrived at Ground Zero all gothed up and ready to go with plenty of time. G looked good. I was pleased with my ensemble, despite some serious indecision (all of my gothy going-out stuff was dusty! I had no idea where to begin!), and a temporary wardrobe malfunction (zipper slippage, pre-club) I was all right. Leanna looked great (when doesn’t she??).
After a few drinks, and some dancing, G lamented not having brought some cigarettes (a hobby, not a necessity). I talked him into buying a pack of Luckys (luckies?) at the bar. I figure if your gonna tar the old lungs up, might as well go all out. I was in for a surprise. Get this. Lucky makes a filtered cigarette. Filtered. WTF?!?!?! We smoked ’em anyway, but really, why smoke Lucky Strikes? It’s an oxymoron. Although, I was aptly punished for smoking. I took a nice long drag to finish it off, and promptly burned myself. (for those who don’t know me, on the rare ocassions I do light up, I hold my cigs between my forefinger and thumb. I’m told it’s all European, but I can’t verify that) So, now, I have a lovely blister on the pad of my finger. Yummy.
But to digress, at the club, there are platforms for dancing, some with poles. Leanna and I wondered how the priveleged dancers got up there. She asked one of them, and we were told to come back Thursday and talk to the owner. We just might have to do that. Hell, if we even just get free cover to do that, we would be down. Later in the evening (right before close) I noticed one of the poles was not being manned…so we went for it. We rocked. We rocked more than the people who were supposed to be pole-dancing. Then again, we just plain rock.
Oh,and on a side note…there was a guy who kept trying to dance with me. First of all, I like to dance alone. Second of all, there were some “accidental” brushings, in which my hip was acquainted with his crotch. Yeah, whatever weird guy. I just tried to keep distance as much as possible. Then there was heavy breathing down my neck. Ewwww. Why? Seriously…when someone repeatedly moves away from you…back off! Also, why is it I attract the weirdos? Do I have a weirdo loving vibe? I’ve already chosen my weirdo, and don’t need another, thanks.
Of course, being all dressed up, we had to do a little more grooving. So, off to the Ave. Now, when bar close was one, they were open till three. We thought perhaps that would change to four, when bar close changed to two. But no. Anyhow, we still had fun. Gathered some attention along the way. Then of course, no late night outing would be complete without some vittles at the end. So, off to the Uptown. On the way from the ave to the car, some guy was trying to invite himself along (again with the weirdos), so we said we were going home to sleep. Anyhoo, we found ourselves at the Uptown diner for some coffee and yummies. I finally was able to tell Leanna more about how I feel about her situation. I’m hoping I didn’t piss her off…but she is getting the jerk-around from her boy. She deserves a lot better than that, and to not feel all lousy about it. The situation sucks, but I hope she realizes how much other stuff she has going for her, and takes advantage of some me time (me meaning her, not me).
Anyway, it was all way too much fun. Brought back lots of memories, and I feel like I’m friends with Leanna now, whereas before I felt more like work buddies. So, I am already thinking about the next outing. Whoohoo!
Would you like fries with that?
So why is it, that when we are so busy that we barely have time to blink, that we are literally brimming with events in our lives to talk about, that we get so bogged down that even though…