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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:
