A huge group of people went to city club today. City Club is a fun goth/industrial
club 50 minutes away in downtown detroit. They generally play good music, they
have a open and dark dance floor, and people there wear everything from long sleeves, pants
and boots (me), skirts and lacy things (some of the girls with us), lotsa leather, and
sometimes just a little paint, electrical tape, or nothing at all.
Since I was a good boy and drove during our strip-club escapades yesterday, I decided it was time
for me to get my drink on. We hit a liquor store and I picked up a liter of coke
and a fifth of rum. Others picked up their poisons. Of course our gracious driver, Matt,
had nothing to drink, but several of us warmed up quite nicely before our arrival
at the club.
who was there: Me, Gretchen, Matt, Fraggle, Joe, Ila, Alex, Chris, Squid,
Angela, Sarah, and assorted other characters.
I had great fun dancing with Gretchen for a lot of the evening since I was
her "boyfriend" to protect her from some of the studs trying to charm
their way into her pants.
I had been dancing by myself for a while, I was in a little trance when Gretchen
and Matt came out to join me. Sometime while Underworld's Dirty was playing I was dancing
with hair flying, my face to the ceiling, and my hands in my pockets and I couldn't stop
smiling. It was such a big smile too. I found momentary bliss. It lasted for the song, and
then this feeling was not too difficult to conjure up for the rest of the night. It was