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Aug. 9th, 2003 11:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravencallscrowsFirst off, a disclaimer: any names mentioned are not dropped in a passive-aggressive manner. Trust me, if i'm pissed at someone, i'll come right out and let them know.
Went out tonight. Really felt as if i needed it when i left. Stopped by to see if![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mediavore was in, since she lives just a block or two from the Mercury and close to where i parked. No answer at her buzzer. Not a problem— planned to go to the Merc regardless. Got there, and it looked like a slow night. Then again, it was comparatively early- wasn't even 9:30 yet.
Had my typical one drink, and nursed it for an hour. I've never felt more out of place at the club than i did tonight— not even the very first time i went there. I don't think that there were a dozen people there i knew by name, and only two-gkr and ajka- i knew well enough with whom to make anything more than the most basic of small-talk- and both of them were busy talking with other people. Sitting there, i felt overwhelmed by a wave of melancholia which just seemed to get deeper as time passed. So by 10:30, i'd had enough and called it a night.
I'm not sure what's going on- whether it's just some sort of hormonal fluctuation, an on-coming cycle of depression, or a result of having failed to exist socially for quite a while now, or just that i'm in day four of a Tori-fest.
Speaking of which, there's someone i recall having a conversation with fairly recently who wasn't familiar with her work. If this is you, let me know. A few days ago, i put together a new compilation, called that one particular faerie, comprised of some covers and rarities- some dating back to 1986, a few others to one of the last times i got to spend any real time with her in '96. It has made for some interesting driving listening, and if anyone needs a copy, let me know and i can probably burn one.
Anyway, it's not even midnight, and i'm just whipped. Calling it a night.
Went out tonight. Really felt as if i needed it when i left. Stopped by to see if
mediavore was in, since she lives just a block or two from the Mercury and close to where i parked. No answer at her buzzer. Not a problem— planned to go to the Merc regardless. Got there, and it looked like a slow night. Then again, it was comparatively early- wasn't even 9:30 yet.Had my typical one drink, and nursed it for an hour. I've never felt more out of place at the club than i did tonight— not even the very first time i went there. I don't think that there were a dozen people there i knew by name, and only two-
gkr and ajka- i knew well enough with whom to make anything more than the most basic of small-talk- and both of them were busy talking with other people. Sitting there, i felt overwhelmed by a wave of melancholia which just seemed to get deeper as time passed. So by 10:30, i'd had enough and called it a night.I'm not sure what's going on- whether it's just some sort of hormonal fluctuation, an on-coming cycle of depression, or a result of having failed to exist socially for quite a while now, or just that i'm in day four of a Tori-fest.
Speaking of which, there's someone i recall having a conversation with fairly recently who wasn't familiar with her work. If this is you, let me know. A few days ago, i put together a new compilation, called that one particular faerie, comprised of some covers and rarities- some dating back to 1986, a few others to one of the last times i got to spend any real time with her in '96. It has made for some interesting driving listening, and if anyone needs a copy, let me know and i can probably burn one.
Anyway, it's not even midnight, and i'm just whipped. Calling it a night.
