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bliumchikLast night was my very first clubbing attempt, which did not go badly at all. According to Avi the place was less a Goth club than a general metalhead type thing, on account of not being slutty enough. It turned out that my technically expired passport was sufficient ID, and the music was so loud that the kid who tried to sell us weed had to do so by typing up an sms and showing us the screen. Details (and photos [not incriminating ones!]) below the cut!
Attending were me, Avi (newly returned from japan with even longer hair dear god and bearing questionable stuffed toys as souvenirs), Daniel (or possibly David. He won't be feauring much in this narrative because he didn't feature much in the evening - quiet lad) and Justin (kind of high and wearing fluorescent pants). Everyone else was either sick or randomly bailed, which meant Avi and I didn't get to meet the legendary Evan, whose shenanigans Justin had described in loving detail (they mostly involved making out with people though).
My outfit was as such:
With black pants. I was planning on reusing the successful combination of short black skirt and stripy black and red thigh high socks, but couldn't find a top to match because a) it's laundry day and b) my mother rearranged my wardrobe and I haven't got around to fixing it yet. This also ruled out the Goth Tie Of OverkillDeth, but I like this neck...thing, whatever the hell it is, so that's okay. The top is actually an ordinary button blouse but it was a bit loose so I crossed over the second and third buttons (success!)
We got one of these on the way in, but it soon blurred unrecognisably. I think it says TRASH. The music was very, very loud (but you knew that) and I learned that when going to a club where there is dancing it is unwise to wear heeled shoes and also to carry an unwieldy handbag, because there is nowhere to put it. Either it's on a seat and you're always glancing over there in paranoia or you have to keep it over your shoulder where it bounces annoyingly when you jump up and down (as you do).
Justin's dancing was of the sort to which the term "blast radius" is appropriate - the man's got some moves. He told us a story about one time when he overbalanced, fell over, did a tuck-and-roll and bounced right back up again being all "I totally meant to do that!" It's his circus friends, they're a bad (or... good?) influence. Another floor-clearing performance was made by a hot girl in a floofy skirt - she and her boyfriend were doing dips and everything, it was awesome. Fashion sense, incidentally, ranged from the all-black dreads and piercings crew through corsets of all descriptions to the ever-popular skirt/bikini combo. One girl even wore white. That was pretty crazy! I personally was a big fan of the androgynous emofringe/hat set, and also very amused by a guy in a huge skirt.
Somebody must have admired our fashion sense, too, because this random girl took a photo of us. The fluoro trousers may have contributed. After David (or Daniel) left the rest of us took a cab back to Avi's house, where we sat up chitchatting and eating noodles. Then Justin decided to walk home, which he apparently does all the time - and he lives quite close to me, so that's a pretty long walk at two in the morning, but who am I to argue with the man with magenta hair? I camped out on Avi's futon, which my neck did not thank me for at all. Then we had one of those awkward relationship talks which wasn't actually all that awkward, all things considered. We really should have had that talk before he left the country for a year, but then when have I not been known to fail at social situations? Anyway, I'm now definitively single instead of provisionally single. Although, let's face it, that isn't going to make a lot of difference to my terrible record in terms of approaching crushees and the like.
But y'all aren't here to listen to me whine! You're here to giggle at my attepts at gothy eye make-up. I forgot to take before pictures, but in the morning, it looked like this:
My ears stopped ringing a few hours ago! So all's well.
Attending were me, Avi (newly returned from japan with even longer hair dear god and bearing questionable stuffed toys as souvenirs), Daniel (or possibly David. He won't be feauring much in this narrative because he didn't feature much in the evening - quiet lad) and Justin (kind of high and wearing fluorescent pants). Everyone else was either sick or randomly bailed, which meant Avi and I didn't get to meet the legendary Evan, whose shenanigans Justin had described in loving detail (they mostly involved making out with people though).
My outfit was as such:
With black pants. I was planning on reusing the successful combination of short black skirt and stripy black and red thigh high socks, but couldn't find a top to match because a) it's laundry day and b) my mother rearranged my wardrobe and I haven't got around to fixing it yet. This also ruled out the Goth Tie Of OverkillDeth, but I like this neck...thing, whatever the hell it is, so that's okay. The top is actually an ordinary button blouse but it was a bit loose so I crossed over the second and third buttons (success!)
We got one of these on the way in, but it soon blurred unrecognisably. I think it says TRASH. The music was very, very loud (but you knew that) and I learned that when going to a club where there is dancing it is unwise to wear heeled shoes and also to carry an unwieldy handbag, because there is nowhere to put it. Either it's on a seat and you're always glancing over there in paranoia or you have to keep it over your shoulder where it bounces annoyingly when you jump up and down (as you do).
Justin's dancing was of the sort to which the term "blast radius" is appropriate - the man's got some moves. He told us a story about one time when he overbalanced, fell over, did a tuck-and-roll and bounced right back up again being all "I totally meant to do that!" It's his circus friends, they're a bad (or... good?) influence. Another floor-clearing performance was made by a hot girl in a floofy skirt - she and her boyfriend were doing dips and everything, it was awesome. Fashion sense, incidentally, ranged from the all-black dreads and piercings crew through corsets of all descriptions to the ever-popular skirt/bikini combo. One girl even wore white. That was pretty crazy! I personally was a big fan of the androgynous emofringe/hat set, and also very amused by a guy in a huge skirt.
Somebody must have admired our fashion sense, too, because this random girl took a photo of us. The fluoro trousers may have contributed. After David (or Daniel) left the rest of us took a cab back to Avi's house, where we sat up chitchatting and eating noodles. Then Justin decided to walk home, which he apparently does all the time - and he lives quite close to me, so that's a pretty long walk at two in the morning, but who am I to argue with the man with magenta hair? I camped out on Avi's futon, which my neck did not thank me for at all. Then we had one of those awkward relationship talks which wasn't actually all that awkward, all things considered. We really should have had that talk before he left the country for a year, but then when have I not been known to fail at social situations? Anyway, I'm now definitively single instead of provisionally single. Although, let's face it, that isn't going to make a lot of difference to my terrible record in terms of approaching crushees and the like.
But y'all aren't here to listen to me whine! You're here to giggle at my attepts at gothy eye make-up. I forgot to take before pictures, but in the morning, it looked like this:
My ears stopped ringing a few hours ago! So all's well.
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Date: 2008-02-02 01:01 pm (UTC)And honestly, a bit surprised. No fail quota this time? *g*
(Cunning plan with the top though. *is impressed* :D)
Although, let's face it, that isn't going to make a lot of difference to my terrible record in terms of approaching crushees and the like.
*pats* Don't feel bad. You can't do worse than me (recalling bus girl incident here). Though I partly blame the terrible advice you guys gave me. :/
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Date: 2008-02-03 02:01 am (UTC)I think the fail quota was covered by the shoes/bag thing. My feet were not happy with the evening :P
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Date: 2008-02-03 05:06 pm (UTC)Does that mean I need better friends? ;D
Awwww... poor Maggie's feet. *offers you a foot massage* :)
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Date: 2008-02-04 10:23 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-02-02 04:51 pm (UTC)And w00t for red/black! I rather like the neck-thing, the sorta-choker-thing but without being choky at all. That's even more win to me than a floofy skirt, but bonus points for using the word "floofy."
Long as you had a good time, that's all that counts, but looking good in the process? Super-bonus.
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