I don't care what the weather is supposedly doing, I am _so_ totally breaking out corset, eyeliner and heels tonight. I require bass and flailing.

Y'know, it probably makes me a very bad person that I really really REALLY like that awful "Honky Tonk Badonkadonks" song. a) it's by Trace Adkins, who really cannot do any wrong in my eyes short of donning a KKK sheet. Basically timarok introduced me to "Chrome" a few years back and I've loved his stuff since, it's all either joyously silly paeans to curvy women ("One Hot Mama"), or the typical rip my heart out with some spurs, Country-the-music-of-pain weepers ("Every Light in the House Is On") which has it's own level of ridiculousness in its upper over the topness. b) Honky Tonk Badonkadonk. *facepalm* There really is nothing to be said after that. That said, it's a cute-ass song. Um, literally.

I'm a little bit better than I was yesterday due to my day improving quite a bit after 2:30. There was a surprise visit from the Magnificent Male, which was fabulous because I was rearing for a break by the time he showed up so we grabbed a shady curb around the corner from the office, sat, and shot the shit for about half an hour, which did much to smooth down my decidedly rumpled mood. Yes, rumpled is a good description for how I was feeling. And then I got home, had a nap, had yummy yummy dinner courtesy of sundart and anzovin (who'd brought home fresh Black Sheep bread for the occasion), got dressed up in a fabulous little black stretch velvet number on loan from sydneycat and together with inle_rah indulged in some serious flailing.

Going to Haven's so weird now. I mean I've been sporadically attending the Tuesday night ritual since just about its inception, long enough to superimpose the original layout of the old Club Metro over the current layout of the same space now called Diva's. I miss the cage that used to be set up on top of the subwoofer and the naked mannikins that used to hang over it in particular. But yeah, I can replay most of the memorable trips out, remember the people I would go with who are no longer around or outgrew the whole Goth thing, remember how almost every trip I miss someone who isn't there at the beginning but have usually danced it out of my system by the end of the evening. I remember the goth boys doing the Rockette kick line to Du Hast, the various variation of the Goth Dance ("Screw in the lightbulb! Screw in the lightbulb!" "See the bat! Fear the bat! Catch the bat! Clutch the bat!") and a visceral memory of stormcloud lip synching to "The Banana Boat Song," which I think Penelope put on one night in one of her seizures of whimsy. I've dragged my boss there once (who at the time was Jim Blau - that was a fun night, since jaicat helped with the dragging)... actually over the years I've hauled quite a few people there with me. birkwelch in particular makes quite a cute Goth boy; a deep affinity for synthpop definitely helped in that case. There was the night I went with beatgoddess and watched hir menace people with a huge black silicone truncheon shaped like a penis. Even though we didn't start officially dating until a month or so later, the morlock thing started there. I've been watching sydneycat dance for more friggin' years than I care to think about - hell, I even remember a younger morlock out on the floor thrashing to the Clay People cover of "Jump Around." And goddamn it, I've seen way WAY too many Cruxshadows concerts, and I swear every single time, something's gone wrong - fire alarm, short in the sound board... heh.

I donno... the clubs kinda haunted for me now. especially since the light's all tricksy and turns people that look nothing like your friends into dead ringers for them for a split second or two. Luckily the melancholy nostalgia was thankfully broken by the wonderousness of the music Not! Sucking! last night, due to stormcloud guest DJing. Great set, love, I'm sorry I didn't manage to stay for your second one! When are you doing it again? But yeah, orgy of lovely danceable electropop all the way - it was sort of no wonder I was sweat-soaked, disgusting and sore by the end, and my ears are still a little cloudy in the hearing department this morning, but I was quite happy. :) Especially after I got home and showered. I wasn't kidding about the disgusting. There was a lot of dancing to be done, and by golly I did it.

One thing I did notice last night was that I definitely have a little more flexibility and control over the flailing due to the belly dancing. I always led from the hips when goth dancing anyway, but there was definitely less of a random factor to what they were doing to said music, not to mention it's just fun doing half camels to Nine Inch Nails.

The very end of my evening was spent watching Avatar and Boondocks episodes with morlock and a good amount of that other thing that tends to happen late at night when we're both sleepy and don't want to go to bed yet. >:)

Today the plan is going down to the Big mall with morlock after work to drop off (FINALLY) my perscription and get new lenses, and then a showing of X3 is proposed with the family. I'm looking forward to another good evening, let's hope that it is one. :)

BTW, kshandra, birkwelch (where the hell are you these days?) and sundart, have you seen this?? and if so... wanna play?

Had fun at Haven tonight. Sheesh. You would think that with the amount that I like to go dancing that I would do it more . . . Anyway, gossamer_gull,inle_rah and I literally danced ourselves to pieces - my legs hurt. Biking to work is going to be interesting tomorrow. We'll see how far the preemptive ibuprofen I popped goes.

I wish I had remembered to have someone take my picture before we ran off to the club, I looked damn cute if I do say so myself, with beatgoddess's magenta glitter drag queen wig, the cat ears, and kitty cat makeup. Naturally I had to dance to the Pussy song. Go me. Ah well, I'll just have to do it again sometime. :)

Anyway, must to bed. Got work tomorrow unfortunately. *sigh*