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here we go sweet readers, the latest up to date informative lure of my haphazard like weekend. Dear where must I start, bitchy banter aside I dare say it all began on Thursday. Yes I will begin with Thursday, the night was a a club called Dark Sparkle.(note here is their website addie: www.darksparkle.net) Quite unusal for most gothic clubs , people here have fun and are not sewen into the whole spider web conversion. Now darlings that is set aside, lets start....it all began with a pop! 
The first champagnme was ordered and drank, I smiled precariously along with a friends. Who was to say if it was the young bartender who kept the chill of my glass always full, or the sublime music, Bowie, Trex, Smiths, Kate Bush, etc...it was phenomenal. The pulse of the music was set to the beat of everyones hearts, lending the sure footed hoofters to the floor where much joy was found. A giddy set of indie looking youngsters, tipped the night in shades of silver, yes several of them were armed with bottles of glitter and set about tossing mountains of the mirror like substance in the air. Quickly everyone was costumed in the metallic rain. It was a blissful evening, I just hope it was photographed not for my own vain sake but just for historial, emotional investiment. As i have not been happier at evening since my London days, though the counterweight to my drunken whimsy was eyeing my ex boyfriend kissing a rather fetching but terrible young boy to a sentimental Barry White song-since it was 1:30am I took my coat as I knew the climate of the night was over which ment reality would ebb its ugly head once more and retreated to the comforts of home.
I cannot be blamed for my lack of responsiblity but there was a rather charming party at Paxton Gate note: here is there web addie: http://paxton-gate.com/indexA.htm), near my school for one of Scott's friend's. Paxton Gate gives me the willies normally but I was very intrigued by it. But everytime I neared it I would hurry past it ignoring the huge stuffed lion in the window. Though once inside I was greeted by an interesting assorment of taxidermied animals, pinned bugs, bones, and carnivorous plants. I thought it very unique and fun. I hate to admit the city is opening up to me finally, I finding it more and more like a Charles Addams experience I hoped for originally.
the following day: I went shopping with Inari the charmed chihuahua along the Filmore near the Marina. Unfortunatly it was invaded by yummies and there clueless blond offspring who ran about screaming. It was one of those cl;assic moments where one wished to be in a Looney Tunes car tune and hoped for a falling piano or anvil to fall. But I did manage to find the Benifit store and purchase Miz Margo a gift for her birthday "Kitten goes to Paris" lilac body shimmer. Later that evening Scott and I had cocktails at a bar where I sipped a peach bellini and chatted about the ridiculous and profane subject, love, and homosexual homogenization.
The next night: A birthday part at the Deluxx on Haight, where everyone gathered to celebrate, which took its time from 8 till 2 o'clock in the evening. Again with Scott, we took a late night walk thru the park that lead to his house, passed a terribly haunted Victorian where the street lamp infront of it switched off suspiciously, and took a yellow cab back to my resident awaiting Inari and disc 3 of the Bewitched Season One Dvd collection.
The first champagnme was ordered and drank, I smiled precariously along with a friends. Who was to say if it was the young bartender who kept the chill of my glass always full, or the sublime music, Bowie, Trex, Smiths, Kate Bush, etc...it was phenomenal. The pulse of the music was set to the beat of everyones hearts, lending the sure footed hoofters to the floor where much joy was found. A giddy set of indie looking youngsters, tipped the night in shades of silver, yes several of them were armed with bottles of glitter and set about tossing mountains of the mirror like substance in the air. Quickly everyone was costumed in the metallic rain. It was a blissful evening, I just hope it was photographed not for my own vain sake but just for historial, emotional investiment. As i have not been happier at evening since my London days, though the counterweight to my drunken whimsy was eyeing my ex boyfriend kissing a rather fetching but terrible young boy to a sentimental Barry White song-since it was 1:30am I took my coat as I knew the climate of the night was over which ment reality would ebb its ugly head once more and retreated to the comforts of home.
I cannot be blamed for my lack of responsiblity but there was a rather charming party at Paxton Gate note: here is there web addie: http://paxton-gate.com/indexA.htm), near my school for one of Scott's friend's. Paxton Gate gives me the willies normally but I was very intrigued by it. But everytime I neared it I would hurry past it ignoring the huge stuffed lion in the window. Though once inside I was greeted by an interesting assorment of taxidermied animals, pinned bugs, bones, and carnivorous plants. I thought it very unique and fun. I hate to admit the city is opening up to me finally, I finding it more and more like a Charles Addams experience I hoped for originally.
the following day: I went shopping with Inari the charmed chihuahua along the Filmore near the Marina. Unfortunatly it was invaded by yummies and there clueless blond offspring who ran about screaming. It was one of those cl;assic moments where one wished to be in a Looney Tunes car tune and hoped for a falling piano or anvil to fall. But I did manage to find the Benifit store and purchase Miz Margo a gift for her birthday "Kitten goes to Paris" lilac body shimmer. Later that evening Scott and I had cocktails at a bar where I sipped a peach bellini and chatted about the ridiculous and profane subject, love, and homosexual homogenization.
The next night: A birthday part at the Deluxx on Haight, where everyone gathered to celebrate, which took its time from 8 till 2 o'clock in the evening. Again with Scott, we took a late night walk thru the park that lead to his house, passed a terribly haunted Victorian where the street lamp infront of it switched off suspiciously, and took a yellow cab back to my resident awaiting Inari and disc 3 of the Bewitched Season One Dvd collection.