Fetish party, part two:
Buried in my talk of clowns on Friday was the little saga of looking for my cousin in a dance club and finding a fetish party instead. Those of you who know my family will immediately understand why I figured, naturally, that I was in the wrong club.
And we'd all be wrong.
I was, in fact, in the right club. I missed seeing him because a) he was in a mask b) he was in a backroom c) nobody was expecting me to show up in a business suit, including me and d) he was rather hoping that his cousin wouldn't arrive and realize what he had, however accidentally, invited her to.
Now, to put this in context, I should explain that my cousin is the director of a sword-fighting demonstration group, and he was under the impression that he would be giving a sword-fighting demonstration at the club. I think the rest is best explained in his words:
"...It wasn't our best audience reaction anyhow. The DJ
told me that their yelling "you guys suck" is a
compliment because usually they just stand there and
ignore whatever act she has. So, getting a reaction
from them proves they liked us."
And we'd all be wrong.
I was, in fact, in the right club. I missed seeing him because a) he was in a mask b) he was in a backroom c) nobody was expecting me to show up in a business suit, including me and d) he was rather hoping that his cousin wouldn't arrive and realize what he had, however accidentally, invited her to.
Now, to put this in context, I should explain that my cousin is the director of a sword-fighting demonstration group, and he was under the impression that he would be giving a sword-fighting demonstration at the club. I think the rest is best explained in his words:
"...It wasn't our best audience reaction anyhow. The DJ
told me that their yelling "you guys suck" is a
compliment because usually they just stand there and
ignore whatever act she has. So, getting a reaction
from them proves they liked us."