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kjpepperAnyone remember John Leguizamo's short lived sketch comedy series? *sigh* good stuff, though I can't remember the name of it.
Back to the sleep interrupted Haven review.
A side note on the last good thing:
I love Jen, the goth waitress at Denny's. She's sooooooo sweet, and kept plying us with French vanilla cappuccinos, which I suppose after all of that, we needed.
Oh and I saw Roxanne. *pant* I can say this without any irony or sarcasm, but thank the Goddess that there is a bigger, taller, more goddesslike, more gorgeous black woman out there that likes to go goth clubbing. I'd totally have her puppies if I could.
And the new earplugs I got work really well.
Bad things about the evening:
- stockings (not sockings, as i'd originally written) not staying up, despite the elastic at the top. Stay up thigh highs my big round caboose. Finally took them off, despite the fact that my legs looked super cute in them. I'll have to save their wearing for a less flail-y occasion. Either that or invest in some crotchless fishnets instead.
- I was in a serious funk for about an hour, but all hail the healing power of thumping bass upon the wounded soul.
- My dancing became a controlled stagger at the end there. Only kinda due to the liquid evils. They only exacerbated the latent soreness from the sunset biking yesterday.
- And speaking of the liquid evils. Yummy, yes, but must the bartenders be so surly when serving them?
- how the hell does a crocheted shirt with more empty space in it than material still manage to be hot?
Still, overall a good evening was had, and I'm glad I went. I'm always glad to head out there when I do, even when the evening starts off crabtastic. I always leave feeling a ton better. "Dance your cares away *clap clap* down among the goths...." *gets disturbing image of muppets in bondage gear and cheap medieval clothing*
*giggle*
Back to the sleep interrupted Haven review.
A side note on the last good thing:
I love Jen, the goth waitress at Denny's. She's sooooooo sweet, and kept plying us with French vanilla cappuccinos, which I suppose after all of that, we needed.
Oh and I saw Roxanne. *pant* I can say this without any irony or sarcasm, but thank the Goddess that there is a bigger, taller, more goddesslike, more gorgeous black woman out there that likes to go goth clubbing. I'd totally have her puppies if I could.
And the new earplugs I got work really well.
Bad things about the evening:
- stockings (not sockings, as i'd originally written) not staying up, despite the elastic at the top. Stay up thigh highs my big round caboose. Finally took them off, despite the fact that my legs looked super cute in them. I'll have to save their wearing for a less flail-y occasion. Either that or invest in some crotchless fishnets instead.
- I was in a serious funk for about an hour, but all hail the healing power of thumping bass upon the wounded soul.
- My dancing became a controlled stagger at the end there. Only kinda due to the liquid evils. They only exacerbated the latent soreness from the sunset biking yesterday.
- And speaking of the liquid evils. Yummy, yes, but must the bartenders be so surly when serving them?
- how the hell does a crocheted shirt with more empty space in it than material still manage to be hot?
Still, overall a good evening was had, and I'm glad I went. I'm always glad to head out there when I do, even when the evening starts off crabtastic. I always leave feeling a ton better. "Dance your cares away *clap clap* down among the goths...." *gets disturbing image of muppets in bondage gear and cheap medieval clothing*
*giggle*
