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Wednesday night party people...
Aug. 21st, 2003 02:14 am"So what are you up to tonight? Going to Transmission?"
"Damn right, I am. It's Wednesday, it's Liz, and it's $2 wells 'til 11."
I am a fucking walking commercial :-D
So got up there to the club with Dave, the furry Canadian in tow, and dealing with stupido traffico idiotcos all the way up, but still managed to get there in 30 minutes. Yay carpool lane!!! With Madness' Greatest Hits Playing (I swear, "House of Fun" is just soooo perfect for car agressions...dunno why...) and Dave on the phone with our friend Candy (who is in Florida now, I think...) we zoop up there. Good time, and good times in the car. Crazy people we are.
Liz spins some of her best flashbacky type stuff while Dave, Brent and I sit and try and figure out if it's Republica or Elastica booming, and if the couple of girls who walk in are worth looking at. Brent and I talk political anthropology, and cultural critiques, and how the club scene fits into it. Brent has been really supportive of my ideas for this book/project/thing that I've been working on, and thinks that I've got a good shot at getting something published. He also keeps giving me new ideas that throw me off of my original plan. Damnit! I love this shit, yes I do.
He tells me how he has a friend who dated this guy from New Order, and how she got insight from it and ended up writing a paper which turned into a book which is getting picked up soon. He says I should interview her, and we figure out how I should get in touch with her. Wow. Scary. Damn academic networking shit. Love it!
Liz spins, we drink, and talk, and have a helluh good time while the time seems to stretch in that way that it does when you're rather tired. Red leaves a drink next to us and walks off, after quietly saying that I can have it. Brent, Dave and I debate on whether or not Red's coming back, and if it is a Rum and Coke or not. It is, but it's hard to tell. It's clear with this little bit of brown sitting amongst the ice cubes. Linear, tubular, and sweet, yo.
Brent takes off, more girls come in, and I decide to dance. DANCE. I have to, because at this point I've got three Parlour style drinks in my gullet, and I'm driving. Dave's working on number three, and he's more tired than I am (or at least it seems) so I have to be sober as hell in an hour. So I dance.
DANCE.
I stop cold on the floor and listen as Liz does the most PERFECT FUCKING MIX that I've ever heard her do. DEAD SOLID PERFECT. And I know that she's mixing, because the song is just in that beat phase where it's going out, and there's another song coming in, but it's dead solid blended, and though I *know* it's another song, it doesn't sound like another song, and it's matched dead on for speed, volume, and beat and it's like wow, so I stop and look, and listen, and see if anyone else notices. Carlos looks at me and smiles. I smile back. Yeah, no one else caught it. Cretons. :-)
Walk around some. Must walk. Red is out back.
"Where is fucking everyone?"
"Dunno."
"How are you doing dude, you left your drink out there."
"You didn't drink it? I left it for you."
"Oh, I didn't know. We thought you were coming back...what is that?"
"Rum and coke....where are all the girls tonight?"
"I dunno, you usually have like three plastered on you, you Mack!"
"Me? You're getting me confused with some other Asian..."
"Nah, it's you."
"Hey, did you see me make out with that girl that one night?"
"Yeah. What's up, you guys a thing?"
"Nah, no such luck. She was supposed to call me, you know, but I haven't heard anything."
"I know that feeling...good luck."
"Yeah."
"Hey, what happend to that one girl that you brought to Underground that time...the one with the curls and the black hair..."
"Oh! Yeah, her...you were talking to her..."
"Yeah! That one!"
"I'll hook you up!"
"Oh, please do!"
Went back inside, danced some more. Danced and then finished off a last drink. SWEAT. And then Carlos came and got me to help out Liz with the giveaway.
Free shit makes people go nuts. Always does. Some pudgy, yet cute British Dykes come up and get some of the giveaways. I say hi to one, and ask her where she's from, as I've gotten horrible with the pseudo britt accents, since dating Natalie (freaking Australians from South Austrailia...). She says "ENGLAND!" and smiles, and takes the copy of the Tricky Vinyl from me. Cool.
Talk to Linda, who I had met last when![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lorienbiznitch came to Transmission with me. We all talked about current Harry Potter book. None of us had finished it yet. Linda was surprised she remembered my name, as she was pretty drunk last time. I was kinda lit too, which doesn't help the fact that 1)I'm already piss poor with names and 2) I have a hell of a time remembering/hearing names at clubs, due to the music volume. I have to hear like eight times, and use it four before I remember. Unless I make a point to remember, cuz, you know...yeah...can smell the estrogen from the girlies pores :-)
Hand out more free stuff, mainly a sampler. Give them all out. Some really FREAKING CUTE gothy girl in all orange comes up to me. Asks for sampler. I apologize. She's sad, but cool about it. I walk onto floor, see where lame mo fo' had put one down and left the club. I scoop it up and hand it to cute gothy girl in all orange. She gives me hug. I sweaty. She no flinch. Yay.
I run over and hug Kim. Kim yalps. I have hugged her freshly color'd in tattoo. Whoops. I apologize. She says that it's okay. I say I'm asshole. She says she loves me cuz I'm nice. I hug her arm where it's not sore. She shows me tat, and it's freaking cool. VERY. Nice work. I ask where she got it done, and she says some guys name who I do not know, but know where it was. Cool.
Dance more. Watch this one girl sit next to Dave. She looks out on the floor in my direction. Not sure if at me, but over my way. Not all that cute, but grows cuter the more I look at her. Not--NOT the whiskey talking. We had saw her when she walked in. Wearing one of them shirts that's only a panel of fabric with strings on the back. She has a neat tat on the back of her neck. The Pyramid of Myster from the back of the dollar, but it has some other random thing in latin. She exudes attractiveness as she sits there next to Dave. Catch Dave stealing glances sideways. She becomes more hot the more I look.
Stop looking. Close eyeses and dance. Tired though. Start to get very tired. Decide to get home before I fall asleep at the wheel. Grab Dave, say my goodbye to Liz and head south on the 101 to the 110 to the 91 to home. Say ciao to Dave. See tomorrow at work.
Go grab some food, grab a lot of water, go online (like an idiot) and start writing before I lose it all.
A good night. A good night indeed.
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And because everyone else has their own show, I figure, why not :-)
"Damn right, I am. It's Wednesday, it's Liz, and it's $2 wells 'til 11."
I am a fucking walking commercial :-D
So got up there to the club with Dave, the furry Canadian in tow, and dealing with stupido traffico idiotcos all the way up, but still managed to get there in 30 minutes. Yay carpool lane!!! With Madness' Greatest Hits Playing (I swear, "House of Fun" is just soooo perfect for car agressions...dunno why...) and Dave on the phone with our friend Candy (who is in Florida now, I think...) we zoop up there. Good time, and good times in the car. Crazy people we are.
Liz spins some of her best flashbacky type stuff while Dave, Brent and I sit and try and figure out if it's Republica or Elastica booming, and if the couple of girls who walk in are worth looking at. Brent and I talk political anthropology, and cultural critiques, and how the club scene fits into it. Brent has been really supportive of my ideas for this book/project/thing that I've been working on, and thinks that I've got a good shot at getting something published. He also keeps giving me new ideas that throw me off of my original plan. Damnit! I love this shit, yes I do.
He tells me how he has a friend who dated this guy from New Order, and how she got insight from it and ended up writing a paper which turned into a book which is getting picked up soon. He says I should interview her, and we figure out how I should get in touch with her. Wow. Scary. Damn academic networking shit. Love it!
Liz spins, we drink, and talk, and have a helluh good time while the time seems to stretch in that way that it does when you're rather tired. Red leaves a drink next to us and walks off, after quietly saying that I can have it. Brent, Dave and I debate on whether or not Red's coming back, and if it is a Rum and Coke or not. It is, but it's hard to tell. It's clear with this little bit of brown sitting amongst the ice cubes. Linear, tubular, and sweet, yo.
Brent takes off, more girls come in, and I decide to dance. DANCE. I have to, because at this point I've got three Parlour style drinks in my gullet, and I'm driving. Dave's working on number three, and he's more tired than I am (or at least it seems) so I have to be sober as hell in an hour. So I dance.
DANCE.
I stop cold on the floor and listen as Liz does the most PERFECT FUCKING MIX that I've ever heard her do. DEAD SOLID PERFECT. And I know that she's mixing, because the song is just in that beat phase where it's going out, and there's another song coming in, but it's dead solid blended, and though I *know* it's another song, it doesn't sound like another song, and it's matched dead on for speed, volume, and beat and it's like wow, so I stop and look, and listen, and see if anyone else notices. Carlos looks at me and smiles. I smile back. Yeah, no one else caught it. Cretons. :-)
Walk around some. Must walk. Red is out back.
"Where is fucking everyone?"
"Dunno."
"How are you doing dude, you left your drink out there."
"You didn't drink it? I left it for you."
"Oh, I didn't know. We thought you were coming back...what is that?"
"Rum and coke....where are all the girls tonight?"
"I dunno, you usually have like three plastered on you, you Mack!"
"Me? You're getting me confused with some other Asian..."
"Nah, it's you."
"Hey, did you see me make out with that girl that one night?"
"Yeah. What's up, you guys a thing?"
"Nah, no such luck. She was supposed to call me, you know, but I haven't heard anything."
"I know that feeling...good luck."
"Yeah."
"Hey, what happend to that one girl that you brought to Underground that time...the one with the curls and the black hair..."
"Oh! Yeah, her...you were talking to her..."
"Yeah! That one!"
"I'll hook you up!"
"Oh, please do!"
Went back inside, danced some more. Danced and then finished off a last drink. SWEAT. And then Carlos came and got me to help out Liz with the giveaway.
Free shit makes people go nuts. Always does. Some pudgy, yet cute British Dykes come up and get some of the giveaways. I say hi to one, and ask her where she's from, as I've gotten horrible with the pseudo britt accents, since dating Natalie (freaking Australians from South Austrailia...). She says "ENGLAND!" and smiles, and takes the copy of the Tricky Vinyl from me. Cool.
Talk to Linda, who I had met last when
lorienbiznitch came to Transmission with me. We all talked about current Harry Potter book. None of us had finished it yet. Linda was surprised she remembered my name, as she was pretty drunk last time. I was kinda lit too, which doesn't help the fact that 1)I'm already piss poor with names and 2) I have a hell of a time remembering/hearing names at clubs, due to the music volume. I have to hear like eight times, and use it four before I remember. Unless I make a point to remember, cuz, you know...yeah...can smell the estrogen from the girlies pores :-)Hand out more free stuff, mainly a sampler. Give them all out. Some really FREAKING CUTE gothy girl in all orange comes up to me. Asks for sampler. I apologize. She's sad, but cool about it. I walk onto floor, see where lame mo fo' had put one down and left the club. I scoop it up and hand it to cute gothy girl in all orange. She gives me hug. I sweaty. She no flinch. Yay.
I run over and hug Kim. Kim yalps. I have hugged her freshly color'd in tattoo. Whoops. I apologize. She says that it's okay. I say I'm asshole. She says she loves me cuz I'm nice. I hug her arm where it's not sore. She shows me tat, and it's freaking cool. VERY. Nice work. I ask where she got it done, and she says some guys name who I do not know, but know where it was. Cool.
Dance more. Watch this one girl sit next to Dave. She looks out on the floor in my direction. Not sure if at me, but over my way. Not all that cute, but grows cuter the more I look at her. Not--NOT the whiskey talking. We had saw her when she walked in. Wearing one of them shirts that's only a panel of fabric with strings on the back. She has a neat tat on the back of her neck. The Pyramid of Myster from the back of the dollar, but it has some other random thing in latin. She exudes attractiveness as she sits there next to Dave. Catch Dave stealing glances sideways. She becomes more hot the more I look.
Stop looking. Close eyeses and dance. Tired though. Start to get very tired. Decide to get home before I fall asleep at the wheel. Grab Dave, say my goodbye to Liz and head south on the 101 to the 110 to the 91 to home. Say ciao to Dave. See tomorrow at work.
Go grab some food, grab a lot of water, go online (like an idiot) and start writing before I lose it all.
A good night. A good night indeed.
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And because everyone else has their own show, I figure, why not :-)
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