a post pre halloween story/observation...
I am unsure about which angle to take in writing this tale, this adventure. Maybe from the angle of disillusionment. Maybe from the angle of learning a lesson. Observations on smoking marijuana in public are of obvious interest to me. So are experiments in how keen my intuitive powers are in relation to reading other people's energy. Or the PERCEPTIONS I have and how they occasionally turn out to be totally wrong and FAR from what seems to be reality. Ouch.
I went to a Halloween party at the DNA Lounge on Saturday the 29th. I was excited because it was a decadent showing of costumes and my 2 supposed favorite DJs were spinning, plus undead cabaret and zombie chorus line, etc. I got all bloody in my lovely DI wedding dress and veil, one of my all time favorite dresses. I look good undead. Anyway, I was having a good time, danced a bit, then the show happened. I drank white russians out of a huge boob, strapped up to a man, dressed as a woman. Edward Scissorhands was there next to me, along with Xena, warrior princess. The place was packed! I went outside to smoke(yep, no smoking in clubs here) and struck up a conversation with a girl named Tonya. She was really friendly and invited me backstage to get a drink - her friends were the ones performing. I said sure. So we make our way backstage. Have a few beers, I meet all her friends, everything is cool. We all smoke a bowl. A decent circle of people. No mention of caution or going outside, nothing. After the bowl goes around a few times it comes back to me. It was my glass pipe. Im standing there holding it when the DJ I really like comes over. I smile at him and motion to the pipe, like "want some?" He kinda sneers back, kinda smiling, kinda not, and takes the pipe from me. Then he turns his back and starts walking away.
At this point I should mention the previous perception I had of this DJ. I instantly liked his dance floor. He played good stuff. I thought he was kinda hot too, but clearly a head full of DJ ego, having been in the scene for so long and being well known here. He IS DeathGuild, music for Thunderdome on the playa also. Anyway, Ive seen him around alot, mostly on his dance floor. I never spoke to him. I was actually playing a game with him to see how long we could be around each other and not talk, and also who would say hi first. The closest it came was he opened the door for me one night...but thats it. I know he's seen me checking him out, in the DJ booth and on the street, smoking next to his motorcycle. He's been checking me out too. I thought it was in a good way...but now Im not so sure...
So, his back is turned to me and I say "Hey, whats up?" He turns around and starts going off on me about how disrespectful I am and "What the fuck do I think Im doing smoking back there...Dont you know the managers hate the shit?" I am shocked, in utter disbelief that he's freakin out on me over smoking. People smoke damn near everywhere here...on the streets, in clubs,etc. I am double shocked because I thought this guy actually liked me on some level, or at least had some familiarity with me, but he treated me like a complete asshole. Next thing I know he's on his headset calling security. Two huge men appear and escort me to the front door. 2 seconds later Im on the street. He hands me back my pipe?!? I am pissed off because I really wanted to dance more, but they wont let me back in. I wait around for awhile, hoping they'd forget, but they dont. No more dance floor for this lost bride. My friends are still inside so I end up waiting awhile for them to come out. I couldnt believe what had just happened. I was really disappointed in that DJ mostly. He could have just told me to leave, not called security and kicked me out for the night. I had no idea or indication that there was such a problem with smoking, and I was obviously not the only one. Very disillusioned. I was totally off the mark with this guy. It sucked. It really bothers me because I want to tell him to fuck off, not dance with him, but I like what he plays. Drat. What to do...???
That was one of my little Halloween dramas. I admit it could have been much worse, but I felt rejected on a few levels and I guess that doesnt ever sit well. Next time I see him I am going to ask him what crawled up his ass that night.
On a much better note, the mini fire performance I did at the Dia de los Muertos celebration went really well. I havent lit up in a while so it was really good to see how quickly I can get back into the flow. I danced with poi and my long fire fingers. I danced for all my dead folks, lovers, friends and family, they were all there. The kids especially loved it. It only lasted about 20 minutes, but the response was excellent. People love fire! I must admit I love the applause, the positive comments and people saying thanks. It made me happy to contribute my art and offer up what I love. I walked around afterward and looked at all the alters. I wish I could have driven my VW up in there and opened her up for people to see...she is my personal, mobile alter. And every day is Halloween!!! Talula rocks.
Today Ive been fighting off a little cold bug. It wants to live in my head but Im trying to kill it with Cayenne, EmergenC and positive thinking. and some yoga. Ive been looking at laptops on line...I will have one soon. I want an iBook. I have alot to learn, but it is clearly the tool I need. Im using my roommates computer tonite. She is very cool. I am grateful.
Its cold, overcast and raining here by the bay. Not raining so much as spitting, like a fine drizzly mist, ish. ISH my new favorite word. Kinda like kinda. ISH is good. Try it out.
I am eagerly awaiting tuesday when the long long long awaited new Kate Bush CD will be mine. I LOVE her, it's true!!! I have been listening to all her collection alot lately. Hounds of Love is one of my all time favorite albums. Also check out her video Live at the Hammersmith Odeon in London,1978 I think. Her performance of Hammer Horror is fucking incredible. She is one of the most prominent voices in my head.
Never forget:
"Tiefer, tiefer, irgendwo in der Tiefe
... Gibt es ein licht"
I still love that voice Im hearing right before I fall asleep....thanks for calling...
I went to a Halloween party at the DNA Lounge on Saturday the 29th. I was excited because it was a decadent showing of costumes and my 2 supposed favorite DJs were spinning, plus undead cabaret and zombie chorus line, etc. I got all bloody in my lovely DI wedding dress and veil, one of my all time favorite dresses. I look good undead. Anyway, I was having a good time, danced a bit, then the show happened. I drank white russians out of a huge boob, strapped up to a man, dressed as a woman. Edward Scissorhands was there next to me, along with Xena, warrior princess. The place was packed! I went outside to smoke(yep, no smoking in clubs here) and struck up a conversation with a girl named Tonya. She was really friendly and invited me backstage to get a drink - her friends were the ones performing. I said sure. So we make our way backstage. Have a few beers, I meet all her friends, everything is cool. We all smoke a bowl. A decent circle of people. No mention of caution or going outside, nothing. After the bowl goes around a few times it comes back to me. It was my glass pipe. Im standing there holding it when the DJ I really like comes over. I smile at him and motion to the pipe, like "want some?" He kinda sneers back, kinda smiling, kinda not, and takes the pipe from me. Then he turns his back and starts walking away.
At this point I should mention the previous perception I had of this DJ. I instantly liked his dance floor. He played good stuff. I thought he was kinda hot too, but clearly a head full of DJ ego, having been in the scene for so long and being well known here. He IS DeathGuild, music for Thunderdome on the playa also. Anyway, Ive seen him around alot, mostly on his dance floor. I never spoke to him. I was actually playing a game with him to see how long we could be around each other and not talk, and also who would say hi first. The closest it came was he opened the door for me one night...but thats it. I know he's seen me checking him out, in the DJ booth and on the street, smoking next to his motorcycle. He's been checking me out too. I thought it was in a good way...but now Im not so sure...
So, his back is turned to me and I say "Hey, whats up?" He turns around and starts going off on me about how disrespectful I am and "What the fuck do I think Im doing smoking back there...Dont you know the managers hate the shit?" I am shocked, in utter disbelief that he's freakin out on me over smoking. People smoke damn near everywhere here...on the streets, in clubs,etc. I am double shocked because I thought this guy actually liked me on some level, or at least had some familiarity with me, but he treated me like a complete asshole. Next thing I know he's on his headset calling security. Two huge men appear and escort me to the front door. 2 seconds later Im on the street. He hands me back my pipe?!? I am pissed off because I really wanted to dance more, but they wont let me back in. I wait around for awhile, hoping they'd forget, but they dont. No more dance floor for this lost bride. My friends are still inside so I end up waiting awhile for them to come out. I couldnt believe what had just happened. I was really disappointed in that DJ mostly. He could have just told me to leave, not called security and kicked me out for the night. I had no idea or indication that there was such a problem with smoking, and I was obviously not the only one. Very disillusioned. I was totally off the mark with this guy. It sucked. It really bothers me because I want to tell him to fuck off, not dance with him, but I like what he plays. Drat. What to do...???
That was one of my little Halloween dramas. I admit it could have been much worse, but I felt rejected on a few levels and I guess that doesnt ever sit well. Next time I see him I am going to ask him what crawled up his ass that night.
On a much better note, the mini fire performance I did at the Dia de los Muertos celebration went really well. I havent lit up in a while so it was really good to see how quickly I can get back into the flow. I danced with poi and my long fire fingers. I danced for all my dead folks, lovers, friends and family, they were all there. The kids especially loved it. It only lasted about 20 minutes, but the response was excellent. People love fire! I must admit I love the applause, the positive comments and people saying thanks. It made me happy to contribute my art and offer up what I love. I walked around afterward and looked at all the alters. I wish I could have driven my VW up in there and opened her up for people to see...she is my personal, mobile alter. And every day is Halloween!!! Talula rocks.
Today Ive been fighting off a little cold bug. It wants to live in my head but Im trying to kill it with Cayenne, EmergenC and positive thinking. and some yoga. Ive been looking at laptops on line...I will have one soon. I want an iBook. I have alot to learn, but it is clearly the tool I need. Im using my roommates computer tonite. She is very cool. I am grateful.
Its cold, overcast and raining here by the bay. Not raining so much as spitting, like a fine drizzly mist, ish. ISH my new favorite word. Kinda like kinda. ISH is good. Try it out.
I am eagerly awaiting tuesday when the long long long awaited new Kate Bush CD will be mine. I LOVE her, it's true!!! I have been listening to all her collection alot lately. Hounds of Love is one of my all time favorite albums. Also check out her video Live at the Hammersmith Odeon in London,1978 I think. Her performance of Hammer Horror is fucking incredible. She is one of the most prominent voices in my head.
Never forget:
"Tiefer, tiefer, irgendwo in der Tiefe
... Gibt es ein licht"
I still love that voice Im hearing right before I fall asleep....thanks for calling...