Still alive...
I don't post here much... yeah, I know. That's okay, this LJ isn't read much *chuckle* So it works out in the wash.
It's nice actually getting out in my own city... and yet boring at the same time. Seems that my working the clubs has me approaching them like yer normal workplace and... honestly, do you go into work on an evening off just to hang?
I have gotten the chance to catch up with friends, some of them being rather hot and gorgeous female types. It's been good for conversation and relaxation, this being in my own city and not running all over the country [or this part of it]. Though I have determined that I need me a driving partner. Not for the auto-operation part but... I'm doing an average of 20 hours of long distance driving a month, by myself, and it's BORING! I can only sing aloud to so much music before I get sick of my own voice [though I have Sinatra's version of "Mack the Knife" down cold now!]. And with the travel coming up in October... well, I'll be on the road for four or five days at a time touring clubs to DJ.
There's a new fetish night in town on Sep 14th and... I don't know about it. I've been hired to DJ it and I've seen the space, met the organizer... it's a delicious location BUT... it's a swinger's club out in the west end. And the fetish folk don't like the swinger folk for some reason... for several reasons, actually. There's a perception that it's a drug heavy subculture [thanks to one particular downtown club] and that it's focused on brainless sex while fetish is fixated on brain-driven... er... well, not quite sex but it can be in there. So I'm not sure how well it'll do. Personally, I THINK it should do damned good but... who am I to say? I just get to spin the music. And stay out of the back rooms *chuckle*
No, that's by choice, that decision. I get frustrated enough watching cute things shake booty on the dancefloor while I toss CDs back and forth... going into the backrooms where they get to be nekkid AND have all sorts of wonderfully fun things done with and to them... yeah, sure, let's crank up the frustrato-meter a few more notches, shall we? Though you know I'll end up having to go back there for some reason or another *sigh* I'll burn that bridge when I get there.
I have determined that when it comes to women I am stupid. That's all.
Fortunately, I have good friends. Damned good friends.
It's nice actually getting out in my own city... and yet boring at the same time. Seems that my working the clubs has me approaching them like yer normal workplace and... honestly, do you go into work on an evening off just to hang?
I have gotten the chance to catch up with friends, some of them being rather hot and gorgeous female types. It's been good for conversation and relaxation, this being in my own city and not running all over the country [or this part of it]. Though I have determined that I need me a driving partner. Not for the auto-operation part but... I'm doing an average of 20 hours of long distance driving a month, by myself, and it's BORING! I can only sing aloud to so much music before I get sick of my own voice [though I have Sinatra's version of "Mack the Knife" down cold now!]. And with the travel coming up in October... well, I'll be on the road for four or five days at a time touring clubs to DJ.
There's a new fetish night in town on Sep 14th and... I don't know about it. I've been hired to DJ it and I've seen the space, met the organizer... it's a delicious location BUT... it's a swinger's club out in the west end. And the fetish folk don't like the swinger folk for some reason... for several reasons, actually. There's a perception that it's a drug heavy subculture [thanks to one particular downtown club] and that it's focused on brainless sex while fetish is fixated on brain-driven... er... well, not quite sex but it can be in there. So I'm not sure how well it'll do. Personally, I THINK it should do damned good but... who am I to say? I just get to spin the music. And stay out of the back rooms *chuckle*
No, that's by choice, that decision. I get frustrated enough watching cute things shake booty on the dancefloor while I toss CDs back and forth... going into the backrooms where they get to be nekkid AND have all sorts of wonderfully fun things done with and to them... yeah, sure, let's crank up the frustrato-meter a few more notches, shall we? Though you know I'll end up having to go back there for some reason or another *sigh* I'll burn that bridge when I get there.
I have determined that when it comes to women I am stupid. That's all.
Fortunately, I have good friends. Damned good friends.