cupcake_goth | Entries tagged with dancing

This Sunday, 2/13, I will be doing a reading at The Night
Kitchen! The fun starts around 8PM, please come join me. Tasty tastyfood, delightful drinks, and me reading from either the Gothic Charm School book -OR- from the serial I've been writing for Steampunk Tales! Plus the usual sort of answering questions and burbling.

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Another event (of a sort): I am going out dancing with the StuntHusband tonight. I ... really need to go dancing. If people want to join us at the NocNoc, that would be lovely.

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In other news, a few nights ago I got fidgety, and added pink streaks to my hair. They're not *quite* the right shade of pink (trying to find pre-made cupcake or baby pink human hair microring extensions is difficult), but I do like them.

Current Location: The Library
Current Music: Swallow - Emilie Autumn

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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.

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!

Current Location: Couchville
Current Music: Lovesong - Snake River Conspiracy

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I'm working from home today. I worked from home yesterday. The reason? Oh, I made a classic error when I went out dancing on Friday night. (No, not the boots before corset error.)

I wore boots with grippy traction soles when I went dancing. Grippy traction soles do NOT work well with my style of goth dancing. So at one point, I managed to catch one of my boot heels on the lowest rung of my hoop skirt, and sat down rather abruptly. (The StuntHusband says that it looked completely intentional and part of my dancing; he didn't know it was an accident until he got a look at my face.)

What this means is that my lower back is Not Happy with me. And because I have a pretty high pain tolerance, I merrily ignored the twinges and spent all of Sunday afternoon going up and down stairs and moving boxes. That was not clever of me, no. I am now propped up on the couch with assorted laptops and notebooks, and I see my wonderful chiropractor tomorrow before I go to the office.

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Gah. I have SO MANY sewing projects I want to work on (at least 3 different skirts, not to mention two jacket alterations), but I know that I should not distract myself with such things, and really, REALLY need to knuckle down and work on writing. There are not enough hours in the day, I tell you.

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EDITED TO ADD: Thanks to one of the alternative/dark fashion tumblr feeds I follow, I just saw someone asking where to find velvet leggings. Now is the time for all of us ElderGoths to feel old. Also, a note for the hipster-goth, terribly fashion-forward types: Leggings ARE NOT pants. Listen to us ElderGoths, please.

Current Location: Couchville

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You know what one of the fantastic things about my current team is? Work at home Fridays. Yes, I got to sleep in a little bit today, and get to do my editing work in the company of the Stroppy One and the cats. Yay!

Tonight is a going-out-dancing night, with the StuntHusband,

kiltlad, and a special guest appearance from

caliban1227 and his lovely girl (who's LJ name escapes me at the moment). I ... have no idea what I'm going to wear tonight. Oh, the dithering! (The Stroppy One helpfully suggested "Clothes. Black ones. With some red.")

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Promoting a talented friend! G.D. Falksen has a story that is eligible for a Hugo nomination!
It is The Strange Case of Mr. Salad Monday, (clicky-link!) which I thought was all sorts of clever fun. You can vote for it to get a Hugo nomination by going here.

(He is also up for getting a Campbell Award: http://www.writertopia.com/profiles/GDFalksen)

Now that I've made him very bashful by talking about his story, please go vote for him!

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Okay, back to editing, and trying to determine if this headache is due to sinuses, not enough food, or not enough caffeine. Oh, and I should probably call my chiropractor, too.

Current Location: The Library

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Because I'm at home today (I had scheduled it as a mental health day a couple weeks ago, because I know I will want lots of time to get ready for tonight. What? Oh, don't even claim to be surprised at the notion), I decided to get my exercise by Gothercizing: set the iPod to shuffle through a particular playlist, and then dance for 20-30 minutes.

I had forgotten that the boykitties had never seen this before.

The two of them sat watching me for almost three entire songs. They may have been trying to figure out if they should start chasing my hands or skirt; I'm not sure. I'm just thankful that Tzepesh didn't try to weave around my feet.

Current Music: The "Ladies Glow" playlist on the iPod

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