No, I'm Not Dead Yet...
Though I dunno if I'm actually still quite alive *ponder*
Life has been work and work.
The day job has its moments, usually beginning with someone sticking their head in the office and saying "Someone out here wants to talk with a manager". Two to four times a day. Ah, the joys of Toronto's most central and well known mall.
The night job has been okay. I'm prepping for a two week vacation/tour at the end of October.
I really need a traveling companion, even if I don't have another relationship. Two weeks on the road on my own will be... full of introspection and bad singing.
Sunday I DJed a new fetish night at a swingers club. A GORGEOUS club, with a lot of beautiful furniture to play on. It was... not a huge turn out but it was the first night and methinks that the whole 'swingers club' thing has kept most of the fetfolk peering from afar but not big on stepping in. Which is kinda strange... y'know, when a goth night is held at a gay bar it's not a gay bar that night... in the same way, there were no swingers there, just fun fet folk. About 40 of 'em, I'd guess. Give or take a bit. I saw a few familiar faces which was nice.
Apparently the organizers liked the music I worked up. The first hour and a half was mostly environmental music, to warm up the crowd as it was a slow start, but it got bouncy and thumpy a few times *chuckle* It was a very diverse night, musically speaking.
The DJ spot was facing a mid-floor placed St. Andrew's Cross... so I got to see quite a bit of play. It was rather... interesting to watch facial expressions. And, of course, once play commenced I spun for the players to enjoy.
The back rooms, being as they were, allowed full nekkidness and I did wander through once or twice to check the sound levels [they need to be louder back there!] and... yeah, came home as frustrated as is usual. Ah well. Was still a fun night.
They're planning more... second Sunday of every month PLUS Halloween... and I believe that I agreed to spin for them on Oct 31st itself. I'm looking forward to the interesting outfits that may come out. I may even consider dressing up myself... perhaps. We'll have to see. That's a... different kind of day/night for me.
Winter approaches. I don't travel as much once the snow is down... though I'm expecting a short winter this year. However, that's when the boredom will catch me out. But still... thinking of that... I've a very busy day job that will have me managing my own store by early in the new year. I have a very VERY busy night job DJing in a few clubs now locally, as well as travelling, working on music videos and organizing events for 2009 all ready, I have a pair of cats who demand a lot of attention at times, and I have a small handful of hobbies as well as some very excellent books and movies/shows to keep my attention. And yet... lately I feel that something is missing. There's just not a big sense of fulfillment [is that how that's spelled?]. Damned if I can put my finger on it but it bugs the living hell out of me [as opposed to the dead hell, which can not be moved by mere frustration *snerk*].
Result... less sleep than usual, forgetting to eat, drinking a titch much, general sense of frustration and restlessness and... that something is missing.
It's quite annoying me.
Life has been work and work.
The day job has its moments, usually beginning with someone sticking their head in the office and saying "Someone out here wants to talk with a manager". Two to four times a day. Ah, the joys of Toronto's most central and well known mall.
The night job has been okay. I'm prepping for a two week vacation/tour at the end of October.
I really need a traveling companion, even if I don't have another relationship. Two weeks on the road on my own will be... full of introspection and bad singing.
Sunday I DJed a new fetish night at a swingers club. A GORGEOUS club, with a lot of beautiful furniture to play on. It was... not a huge turn out but it was the first night and methinks that the whole 'swingers club' thing has kept most of the fetfolk peering from afar but not big on stepping in. Which is kinda strange... y'know, when a goth night is held at a gay bar it's not a gay bar that night... in the same way, there were no swingers there, just fun fet folk. About 40 of 'em, I'd guess. Give or take a bit. I saw a few familiar faces which was nice.
Apparently the organizers liked the music I worked up. The first hour and a half was mostly environmental music, to warm up the crowd as it was a slow start, but it got bouncy and thumpy a few times *chuckle* It was a very diverse night, musically speaking.
The DJ spot was facing a mid-floor placed St. Andrew's Cross... so I got to see quite a bit of play. It was rather... interesting to watch facial expressions. And, of course, once play commenced I spun for the players to enjoy.
The back rooms, being as they were, allowed full nekkidness and I did wander through once or twice to check the sound levels [they need to be louder back there!] and... yeah, came home as frustrated as is usual. Ah well. Was still a fun night.
They're planning more... second Sunday of every month PLUS Halloween... and I believe that I agreed to spin for them on Oct 31st itself. I'm looking forward to the interesting outfits that may come out. I may even consider dressing up myself... perhaps. We'll have to see. That's a... different kind of day/night for me.
Winter approaches. I don't travel as much once the snow is down... though I'm expecting a short winter this year. However, that's when the boredom will catch me out. But still... thinking of that... I've a very busy day job that will have me managing my own store by early in the new year. I have a very VERY busy night job DJing in a few clubs now locally, as well as travelling, working on music videos and organizing events for 2009 all ready, I have a pair of cats who demand a lot of attention at times, and I have a small handful of hobbies as well as some very excellent books and movies/shows to keep my attention. And yet... lately I feel that something is missing. There's just not a big sense of fulfillment [is that how that's spelled?]. Damned if I can put my finger on it but it bugs the living hell out of me [as opposed to the dead hell, which can not be moved by mere frustration *snerk*].
Result... less sleep than usual, forgetting to eat, drinking a titch much, general sense of frustration and restlessness and... that something is missing.
It's quite annoying me.