A message I wrote to a Girl that I met at a Gay Club.
I woke up this morning with a throbbing headache and I thought back on my night that I would spend the majority of today paying for. First off, a "sophisticated" ambient show at my loft with a classical violinist and a laptop. Two vodka and hypnotic's later, a ride on the Bart to my favorite bar, Delerium. On the way there a group of 20 teenagers raced to the liquor store on the corner and as fast as they arrived, they left - with a liquor bottle in each hand. The store clerk yelled hysterically but no one listened. Delerium itself was pretty much a drunken haze but I remember dancing pretty seriously to New Order, the Cure, and Echo and the Bunnymen.
At 1:30 am my friend (who you met), Adam, called me from the Holiday Inn on Van Ness and Pine. Adam and I used to hold down the Punk/Ska scene in East Lansing, MI, where I grew up. We lost touch after high school but thanks to Friendster, we were able to hang out again. Adam called with good news - "There's a hotel party for Young Democrats!". I'm so there.
When I arrived at the hotel party, there was a mob of young delegates with red plastic cups in their hands wearing a plethora of buttons with catchy slogans on them. We took the elevator to the 9th floor and tracked down the keg. In no time at all, the keg was cached. "Lets go to another Hotel Party," Adam said. Sweet.
We hopped in a cab to go to the Quality Inn on Lombard and Van Ness. As I walked down the hall, I could hear democrats shrieking in their rooms. The Call of the Wild. We entered the room, grabbed a shmirnoff drink mixture, and introduced ourselves. "I'm an artist and I hate politics. I voted for Kerry, though, and I think you guys rock for promoting rational policies." They waved at me and nodded their heads in agreement.
I took some pictures of this guy curled up in the fetal position, laying on a pillow of south bay breasts. He was gay but he wanted to pretend. The party was lame. We tried another hotel party up the street. This had more of a hip hop vibe with delegates from Chicago. Unfortunately, our buzz wore off and security made us leave.
Now was the time for rash decisions. Hotel parties are over, there's no more booze - we can either call it a night or cross over to the other side - The Afterhours. I called my roommate, inquiriing about closing time for the Endup. He said they would go all night, but the club would be packed with tweaked out trannys. Awesome. Lets go.
The sign read - "FAG" Fridays $12 cover. Adam hesitated, "I think we should go". Not a chance. It's too late to turn back...
Well, I should get back to my routine. Have an awesome day.
At 1:30 am my friend (who you met), Adam, called me from the Holiday Inn on Van Ness and Pine. Adam and I used to hold down the Punk/Ska scene in East Lansing, MI, where I grew up. We lost touch after high school but thanks to Friendster, we were able to hang out again. Adam called with good news - "There's a hotel party for Young Democrats!". I'm so there.
When I arrived at the hotel party, there was a mob of young delegates with red plastic cups in their hands wearing a plethora of buttons with catchy slogans on them. We took the elevator to the 9th floor and tracked down the keg. In no time at all, the keg was cached. "Lets go to another Hotel Party," Adam said. Sweet.
We hopped in a cab to go to the Quality Inn on Lombard and Van Ness. As I walked down the hall, I could hear democrats shrieking in their rooms. The Call of the Wild. We entered the room, grabbed a shmirnoff drink mixture, and introduced ourselves. "I'm an artist and I hate politics. I voted for Kerry, though, and I think you guys rock for promoting rational policies." They waved at me and nodded their heads in agreement.
I took some pictures of this guy curled up in the fetal position, laying on a pillow of south bay breasts. He was gay but he wanted to pretend. The party was lame. We tried another hotel party up the street. This had more of a hip hop vibe with delegates from Chicago. Unfortunately, our buzz wore off and security made us leave.
Now was the time for rash decisions. Hotel parties are over, there's no more booze - we can either call it a night or cross over to the other side - The Afterhours. I called my roommate, inquiriing about closing time for the Endup. He said they would go all night, but the club would be packed with tweaked out trannys. Awesome. Lets go.
The sign read - "FAG" Fridays $12 cover. Adam hesitated, "I think we should go". Not a chance. It's too late to turn back...
Well, I should get back to my routine. Have an awesome day.