Stumbling The Night Away
20 April 2000
7:44 PM: The thrice-be-damned French are stealing our web site. Cheek.
On the other side of the day, I just made 75 bucks by getting rid of a control-M character, which is definitely better than working. And, I know someone who got to personally talk to and go drinking with Pamie, la di da. I'm just so ever once-removed-famous. You can pretend to touch me.
Last night I went out to Bondage A Go Go for the first time in years and years. Which is such a terrible thing to say, and a worse one to be true. Old fart. Sigh. Anyway.
Penny and Saul and I went to see Chakra dance - this was the 2nd try, last time I had to bail because I was too cranky. She was dressed up kind of like Delirium or Ragged Robin - a little leatherette Can Can girl. Very cute. But the real shock was young Penny. I didn't recognize her at all until I saw the two of them dancing together - she had on shiny vinyl hot pants, fishnets and a garter belt, and this lacey Spidergirl form-fitting black top. I believe the technical term here is "Rrrowr". My my.
After a brief pause for pretense at responsibility, I got smashed on bourbon&cokes just like the old days, and ended up dancing for the last hour or so before they closed (at 3! sheesh). And also as before, the dancing was fun while I was doing it, and now makes me cringe to think about. I do so wish I could find a midpoint between self-conscious paralysis and brainwiped obliviousness. It'd be easier on my head the next day, for one thing. Ow.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
All names are fake, most places are real, the author is definitely unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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