09.26.04

Imbibe was lovely. Civilized, good wine, good music, good dessert (fresh-baked pound cake with real whipped cream and fresh raspberries), and good friends. Loch Lomond played well. I got into a quote/poetry competition. I was beaten soundly, but inspired to do more reading, so that's good.

The VIP thingy?

The club, H2O, was H2-oh shit--and not in a good way. Packed like Pamela Anderson's brassiere with 20-somethings on their first real drunks, riceboys filled with Dutch courage posturing and testosterone-izing at the bouncers, little girls wearing knock-offs of knock-offs of knock-offs of last year's spring collections--and wearing them badly (too tight, too short, too mis-matched, wrong shoes, make-up, etc.)...oh, it wasn't good.

It was a trip into my past, when this sort of thing was the apex of my ex-husband's social aspirations. *shudder*

It's nice to know, however, that I can still work my way through a crowd by sheer chutzpah. I suppose a well-dressed woman in UN-fuck-you red lipstick, with pale skin, wearing a fabulous black ensemble, and moving with purpose through a club can be a bit intimidating--especially to little boys. Binkie ventured out to go to the bathroom and said that her tucchus was grabbed several times as she made her trek. They wouldn't dare with me.

The body piercers and tattooers of last week were a far more polite and appreciative crowd than the children of last evening. Yet who'd be discriminated against for being trouble-makers? Who'd be barred from most places just because of how they look? Ridiculous.

I'd sooner trust myself with a bunch of tattooed, pierced, leather-wearing bikers than these selfish, whiny, over-privileged club-kids. There's a code of conduct with the body-mod crowd--no matter how frightening or loud it may look from the outside--these are people who're used to looking out for themselves and others and who deal with real shit. Not these children, these posers, these veneered personalities propped up by consumerism and greed.

La.

Tonight? Belly dancing with a punk/spoken word band for Em's book release party. It should be much nicer. *grin*

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