Happy Festivus
Greetings! You know, even if I was inclined to give you all gifts, there are just too many of you. So I have decided to regale you with pictures and videos and stories of my recent adventures and discoveries and so forth. Okay, it's just a clearing house of stuff but I really ought to share.
Starting off the month there was the New York Anime Festival, but I'm not posting any of that here, I didn't take too many pictures anyway. I have a video of Voltaire on stage, but it's a big file so it's uploading to Google Video instead of YouTube. I might link it later, who knows.
Instead of that I will give you the long-promised post about our holiday party. Or at least a bit of it. You see, this year, our holiday party was at Duvet. Yes, the same club where a friend of rapper Fabolous was stabbed to death. But there are no stabbings here, oh no. However, if you clicked on that link, you will see there are beds. Beds! With white sheets and pillows and drawers to keep your shoes in. It was quite... odd.
But what actually got me wasn't the beds. Those were quite fun, once you got used to it. No, the real problem was the bathrooms. You see, the bathroom at Duvet is unisex.
Unisex! The stuff of Ally McBeal dreams! You would think it's fun. But no, not much fun here. Besides losing the traditional sanctity of the men/women divide, there wasn't much sanctity at all in this place. The stalls had floor-to-ceiling doors, and no internal lighting. The doors were one-way mirrors, so I guess that was meant to be your source of light, but it also meant that while I was peeing, I was sitting there pondering whether that big black dude at the sink could see me. Pee faster, dammit.
The general look of the club. The beds weren't exactly made for jumping up and down on, though.
This confused me greatly until I suddenly realized, "Ho crap."
This sink vaguely reminded me of the one from Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.
The door was a mirror, and yes, I am wearing a dress here.
What the inside of a stall looks like when there's light. I don't know why they even bother with the wall art.
The view from the inside, facing out. That's Ian standing there.
Seriously, I did look for a light switch and none was to be found.
Jellyfish make everything better.
Starting off the month there was the New York Anime Festival, but I'm not posting any of that here, I didn't take too many pictures anyway. I have a video of Voltaire on stage, but it's a big file so it's uploading to Google Video instead of YouTube. I might link it later, who knows.
Instead of that I will give you the long-promised post about our holiday party. Or at least a bit of it. You see, this year, our holiday party was at Duvet. Yes, the same club where a friend of rapper Fabolous was stabbed to death. But there are no stabbings here, oh no. However, if you clicked on that link, you will see there are beds. Beds! With white sheets and pillows and drawers to keep your shoes in. It was quite... odd.
But what actually got me wasn't the beds. Those were quite fun, once you got used to it. No, the real problem was the bathrooms. You see, the bathroom at Duvet is unisex.
Unisex! The stuff of Ally McBeal dreams! You would think it's fun. But no, not much fun here. Besides losing the traditional sanctity of the men/women divide, there wasn't much sanctity at all in this place. The stalls had floor-to-ceiling doors, and no internal lighting. The doors were one-way mirrors, so I guess that was meant to be your source of light, but it also meant that while I was peeing, I was sitting there pondering whether that big black dude at the sink could see me. Pee faster, dammit.
The general look of the club. The beds weren't exactly made for jumping up and down on, though.
This confused me greatly until I suddenly realized, "Ho crap."
This sink vaguely reminded me of the one from Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.
The door was a mirror, and yes, I am wearing a dress here.
What the inside of a stall looks like when there's light. I don't know why they even bother with the wall art.
The view from the inside, facing out. That's Ian standing there.
Seriously, I did look for a light switch and none was to be found.
Click to viewJellyfish make everything better.