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Well, i survived....
Apr. 27th, 2002 10:01 amIt was an interesting evening. Met up with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
revseandoe and went out to the establishment formerly known as the Breakroom, now rethemed and reopened as the Chop Suey.
It wasn't quite what i expected. The good Reverend was on a quasi-blind date, I was his safety out in case it turned out to be one of those dating disasters. I think it's safe to say that he was pleasantly surprised, that his blind date exceeded her initial billing.
The club and performers, however, didn't particularly impress. I was expecting punk with 50s rock overtones. The opening act was vaguely punkish, but not particularly good, and completely forgettable. They were followed by a band which was doing what I can only describe as country music with hard rock overtones. We'll cut to the screenplay for a brief bit:
Establishing shot: Interior, a club with a poor facsimile of Chinese red lacquer decor, fairly crowded. Band on stage, playing Merle Haggard covers with a rock edge.
Camera pans to WingedElf. Elfboy is visibly disturbed.
Band continues playing, running through Charlie Daniels, Waylon Jennings and several others. Elfboy begins retreating toward the door.
Anyway, I really really don't like country music, and rednecks frighten me. Feel the urgent need to escape. Leave revseandoe and his blind date- Liberty- and a passel of her friends, and adjourn to the Bad JuJu, where the music can be guaranteed to not be twangy and there aren't likely to be people wearing abused cowboy hats.
Much better. I'm way too much of an emo kid, i guess. Really probably should have gone to VNV Nation.
Anyway, after forty-five or so minutes there (it was much too loud), i went back to Chop Suey, hoping that the night got better. It had. The last band of the night was kinda a Brian Setzer wanna-be group. Left at the end of their show, and the Reverend showed me again why i always hated casual dating- we were walking with Liberty and one of her friends in the general direction of her place. Her commentary at the time was "I'm sure you'll be able to find a cab on the way up to my place or whatever." I'm pretty sure it was a tacit invitation to go back to her place, but Mike missed it. I'm sure it's all my fault.
One thing i have figured out- every time i go out,damashita sends me with a "lucky" condom. Apperently the lucky bit about it is that it's a magic one. Whereas standard condoms just are birth control devices, this one has an entirely different sort of prophalaxis which it provides- it keeps me from being hit upon (or being the person hitting upon someone else, not that that really happens because it's so far outside the norm of shy, reclusive elfboy behaviours- i am an incurable flirt, but very, very rarely initiate contact). Every time I go out with Mike, i take it, and nothing ever happens. On cases like Wednesday at Great Big Sea, i didn't have it, and sure enough, got hit on.
Well, it keeps me out of trouble. Sometimes i think i stay entirely too much out of trouble. May dare venture to Goth Coffee again, and should probably drag revseandoe, just for the veangance factor.
revseandoe and went out to the establishment formerly known as the Breakroom, now rethemed and reopened as the Chop Suey.It wasn't quite what i expected. The good Reverend was on a quasi-blind date, I was his safety out in case it turned out to be one of those dating disasters. I think it's safe to say that he was pleasantly surprised, that his blind date exceeded her initial billing.
The club and performers, however, didn't particularly impress. I was expecting punk with 50s rock overtones. The opening act was vaguely punkish, but not particularly good, and completely forgettable. They were followed by a band which was doing what I can only describe as country music with hard rock overtones. We'll cut to the screenplay for a brief bit:
Establishing shot: Interior, a club with a poor facsimile of Chinese red lacquer decor, fairly crowded. Band on stage, playing Merle Haggard covers with a rock edge.
Camera pans to WingedElf. Elfboy is visibly disturbed.
Band continues playing, running through Charlie Daniels, Waylon Jennings and several others. Elfboy begins retreating toward the door.
Anyway, I really really don't like country music, and rednecks frighten me. Feel the urgent need to escape. Leave revseandoe and his blind date- Liberty- and a passel of her friends, and adjourn to the Bad JuJu, where the music can be guaranteed to not be twangy and there aren't likely to be people wearing abused cowboy hats.
Much better. I'm way too much of an emo kid, i guess. Really probably should have gone to VNV Nation.
Anyway, after forty-five or so minutes there (it was much too loud), i went back to Chop Suey, hoping that the night got better. It had. The last band of the night was kinda a Brian Setzer wanna-be group. Left at the end of their show, and the Reverend showed me again why i always hated casual dating- we were walking with Liberty and one of her friends in the general direction of her place. Her commentary at the time was "I'm sure you'll be able to find a cab on the way up to my place or whatever." I'm pretty sure it was a tacit invitation to go back to her place, but Mike missed it. I'm sure it's all my fault.
One thing i have figured out- every time i go out,
damashita sends me with a "lucky" condom. Apperently the lucky bit about it is that it's a magic one. Whereas standard condoms just are birth control devices, this one has an entirely different sort of prophalaxis which it provides- it keeps me from being hit upon (or being the person hitting upon someone else, not that that really happens because it's so far outside the norm of shy, reclusive elfboy behaviours- i am an incurable flirt, but very, very rarely initiate contact). Every time I go out with Mike, i take it, and nothing ever happens. On cases like Wednesday at Great Big Sea, i didn't have it, and sure enough, got hit on.Well, it keeps me out of trouble. Sometimes i think i stay entirely too much out of trouble. May dare venture to Goth Coffee again, and should probably drag revseandoe, just for the veangance factor.
