So how did you like the last leg of the anniversary party on Sunday night?
I'm not a techno kid. But if I were younger, I might have been in danger of becoming one. Unfortunately, I do not yet know the names of many of the DJs, and sometimes I can't even tell the difference between the good shit, and the really good shit, but I do know that dancing to those gd beats can be completely intoxicating. You know you've had a good time when the DJ stops, everyone in the joint claps, then the lights come on, you notice that you're sweating through your clothes, you can't see straight, and your cell phone tells you that it's 3:22 in the morning.
Oh, and how did you like the after party at The Works? Oh, wait, you didn't make it. I almost forgot, NO ONE made it... except for me and my new Canadian allies. Lesson learned. The bouncer wouldn't give us our cover back, either. Oh well, at least the company along the journey was classy.
9.02.2008
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Dude, you know that's a gay bar right? Correction: it was you, your Canadian friends, and One of My Gays.
ReplyDeleteThe Canadians promised to protect me, I would have been safe.
ReplyDeleteJust one question, though, do "Your Gays" serve and follow you because they love you, or because they fear you?
They RESPECT me. Respect can be bourne of both love and fear. The difference matters not.
ReplyDeleteFunny story, I was at the Works last night. Okay, that wasn't that funny.