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Dec. 19th, 2004 02:00 pmWow, I feel like shit. I didn't drin at all last night, but I feel so nauseated and tired and sore just from being at the club last night.
It was strange, and had a few good points: they played a Marc Almond song, and a VNV Nation song I really like. AndI I danced, and that felt good, once I found it again, which is always a matter of emotion and not mechanics (probably a seperate psot of great length).
But now on to the bad and the strange. To a given degree maybe I brought this on myself without thinking -- wearing a little too much of the Mabon scent from BPAL and situating a leather mask on my head so as to give me the appearance of antlers.
The security girl at the door wound up giving me grief about my housekeys and then patted down my bare skin at such length that the manager of the club came over to me and asked if I was okay. I laughed, said it was a little weird and said I didn't appreciate being checked for hiding weapons under my skin but so it goes.
Kat and Mira met me inside and they were equally bemused by how little everything had changed and how little we cared about any of it. We joked around about who we would run into that we didn't want to, and pointed out the same peopel we had never known that were still there.
This kid then showed up who was apparently under the illusion that he was the only person to ever have been gay ever -- think Jack on Will and Grace, but he redeemed himself after Kat and Mira left when he demonstrated that he was clearly a professional dancer and vogued to vogued. I felt jealous, and a little sad, because I used to be awesome at voguing, but it took me about 80% of the song to remember how and not to be intimidated by this boy.
That was neither here nor there thought when I went to the other dance floor for one of the Siouxsie songs I really love. Some guy came up to me and said he hadn't seen me in like six months. I didn't recognize him and said it had been longer than that. He told me I'd been a bad girl, always dancing facing teh wall. "I only come to dance," I say, and walk away.
Later he finds me on teh other dance floor and won't shut up about all sorts of things I just don't care about -- scene gossip, clubs in New Jersey, etc etc. He obviously thinks I am someone other than I am, because he eeps talking about how young I am and how he was sure I lived in New Jersey. Finally I worm out of it thanks to the VNV Nation song, right after which some couple about ten years younger than me start chatting me up, at which point I decide I can't deal and decide it's way way way time to go home.
I go to get my coat. Some girl follows me to compliment me on my antlers at great length, she's very sweet about it, but it's then I realize how I made the mess the night was.
Anyway. Today I'm ill and achey and don't want to move ever. And really hungry, but if I eat anything or tae tylenol it's not going to be good right now.
I only come here seeking peace
I only come here seeking me
I guess the most interesting thing about last night is there was nothing left to learn about myself there. And I now have an incredibly low bar for Sydney nightlife to surpass.
It was strange, and had a few good points: they played a Marc Almond song, and a VNV Nation song I really like. AndI I danced, and that felt good, once I found it again, which is always a matter of emotion and not mechanics (probably a seperate psot of great length).
But now on to the bad and the strange. To a given degree maybe I brought this on myself without thinking -- wearing a little too much of the Mabon scent from BPAL and situating a leather mask on my head so as to give me the appearance of antlers.
The security girl at the door wound up giving me grief about my housekeys and then patted down my bare skin at such length that the manager of the club came over to me and asked if I was okay. I laughed, said it was a little weird and said I didn't appreciate being checked for hiding weapons under my skin but so it goes.
Kat and Mira met me inside and they were equally bemused by how little everything had changed and how little we cared about any of it. We joked around about who we would run into that we didn't want to, and pointed out the same peopel we had never known that were still there.
This kid then showed up who was apparently under the illusion that he was the only person to ever have been gay ever -- think Jack on Will and Grace, but he redeemed himself after Kat and Mira left when he demonstrated that he was clearly a professional dancer and vogued to vogued. I felt jealous, and a little sad, because I used to be awesome at voguing, but it took me about 80% of the song to remember how and not to be intimidated by this boy.
That was neither here nor there thought when I went to the other dance floor for one of the Siouxsie songs I really love. Some guy came up to me and said he hadn't seen me in like six months. I didn't recognize him and said it had been longer than that. He told me I'd been a bad girl, always dancing facing teh wall. "I only come to dance," I say, and walk away.
Later he finds me on teh other dance floor and won't shut up about all sorts of things I just don't care about -- scene gossip, clubs in New Jersey, etc etc. He obviously thinks I am someone other than I am, because he eeps talking about how young I am and how he was sure I lived in New Jersey. Finally I worm out of it thanks to the VNV Nation song, right after which some couple about ten years younger than me start chatting me up, at which point I decide I can't deal and decide it's way way way time to go home.
I go to get my coat. Some girl follows me to compliment me on my antlers at great length, she's very sweet about it, but it's then I realize how I made the mess the night was.
Anyway. Today I'm ill and achey and don't want to move ever. And really hungry, but if I eat anything or tae tylenol it's not going to be good right now.
I only come here seeking peace
I only come here seeking me
I guess the most interesting thing about last night is there was nothing left to learn about myself there. And I now have an incredibly low bar for Sydney nightlife to surpass.
