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It was a teeny bit like being in a David Lynch movie. Complete with a dwarf.
No, I'm not joking. There was a man of short stature who was drunk and wanted to dance/touch EVERYONE. He would just walk up to people on the dance floor and start dancing with them and putting his hands on them.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
minim_calibre very smoothly dodged him when he approached. He targeted the StuntHusband, the VERY TALL bouncer appeared out of nowhere, leaned over the man, said "I TOLD YOU NO", and escorted him out of the club. (Me, I was at our table, sipping my absinthe and boggling.)
Later that evening, a very inebriated, stereotypical-to-the-point-of-cliché suburban middle-management guy (paunchy, balding, wearing a white button-up shirt and - I think - khakis) came over, complimented StuntHusband on his zoot suit (which WAS very nice) and then started flirting with him. Clumsily. Playing with the tassel on his fez, trying to touch his face, that sort of thing. StuntHusband did the very polite icy dodge, and then the drunk guy started flirting with ME. Put his arm around me, tried to kiss me on the cheek, that sort of thing. I too did the polite icy dodge, and the guy then stumbled away.
(Someone on Twitter suggested that maybe he wanted a threeome. Which caused StuntHusband and I to shudder, look at each other, and then shudder some more.
Otherwise, the night was fun. Lots of dancing (including to "Bloodletting" and "Tear You Apart"), and the food at Night Kitchen was delicious as always. But wow, parts of the evening were kind of surreal. I hope I can convinceminim_calibre to join us again; it's not always like that, I swear!
No, I'm not joking. There was a man of short stature who was drunk and wanted to dance/touch EVERYONE. He would just walk up to people on the dance floor and start dancing with them and putting his hands on them.
minim_calibre very smoothly dodged him when he approached. He targeted the StuntHusband, the VERY TALL bouncer appeared out of nowhere, leaned over the man, said "I TOLD YOU NO", and escorted him out of the club. (Me, I was at our table, sipping my absinthe and boggling.)Later that evening, a very inebriated, stereotypical-to-the-point-of-cliché suburban middle-management guy (paunchy, balding, wearing a white button-up shirt and - I think - khakis) came over, complimented StuntHusband on his zoot suit (which WAS very nice) and then started flirting with him. Clumsily. Playing with the tassel on his fez, trying to touch his face, that sort of thing. StuntHusband did the very polite icy dodge, and then the drunk guy started flirting with ME. Put his arm around me, tried to kiss me on the cheek, that sort of thing. I too did the polite icy dodge, and the guy then stumbled away.
(Someone on Twitter suggested that maybe he wanted a threeome. Which caused StuntHusband and I to shudder, look at each other, and then shudder some more.
Otherwise, the night was fun. Lots of dancing (including to "Bloodletting" and "Tear You Apart"), and the food at Night Kitchen was delicious as always. But wow, parts of the evening were kind of surreal. I hope I can convince
minim_calibre to join us again; it's not always like that, I swear!Tags:
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See you this coming Friday?
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Ha ha! That was me. I hope I didn't give you or StuntHusband nightmares. ;)
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And boy do I. Dwarf Stars, snark.
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De-lurking with a happy, GCS-related story!
I was originally going to share the story of how being a goth and The Power Of The Internet reunited me with my twenty-years-estranged father, but it ended up less a comment and more a novella, so I snipped it (I will gladly share it if/when you are curious or need cheering up).
Suffice it to say that I've been back in contact with my father for nearly three years, and he's very supportive of his bizarre, black-clad daughter. We talk for hours by phone, and while most of that is about our lives (and our cats, for some reason) he also mentions anything spooky-related he's seen recently, and asks smart questions about being goth.
I can tell him a whole lot about what goth means to me (finding beauty and joy in dark things, wearing lovely clothes regardless of current trends, expressing the full range of human emotion via music, and eyeliner. Lots and lots of eyeliner); but I'm just one individual in a wonderfully varied subculture. When I tried to explain it in broader terms, I was at a bit of a loss, because I'm not your standard goth (who is, really?); I didn't want to leave him with the impression that we all wear solid black and have a deep and abiding love for zombie movies, cheesy music, and birdwatching.
I had an "Aha!" moment two months ago, and recommended Gothic Charm School to him as a way to better understand Goth with a capital 'G'. He bought it, and called me up the next week to tell me he was enjoying it, and to ask more smart questions about me and my style.
For the record, hearing a sixty-year-old man say "rivethead" in a pleasant tone is both hilarious and heart-warming. Thank you for that.
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Edward Cat! I'm so glad to hear that he and your Mom are making each other happy.
And finally, I am *mesmerized* by your LJ icon. Partially because it's hilarious, and partially because HELLO, Gerard Way is pretty. :)
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Edward Cat is fantastic, and lives up to his name hilariously. He watches her sleep! He is unimpressed by her continued association with
JacobSkipper! He feels very protective of her! If he disables the motor in her forthcoming power-chair, though, we'll have a problem.The icon is free for use. There's no known maker that I could find (and I searched diligently), but I've seen it around for years with no kerfluffle. Oh, MCR, you are so ridiculous and earnest, I can't even call you a guilty pleasure. And Gerard is very pretty, except for when he does Unfortunate Things to his hair (clearly, he has not read my guide (http://snowcoma.livejournal.com/236346.html)).