Big boots and black cap, scattered scraps in between. Headed over the mountain after some house partying with Cuz and Jo, and met up with the DC boys at Tokyo Rose. M and Whatshername were in the Dawning; only the Swede danced with me among the gothies ( Read more... )

M. on the way to meet la comrade: "So is that meant to be worn on top, or is it actually underwear?" The correct answer would be "Attitude." All hail the camisole. Broke a strap on the dancefloor, dancing utterly solo. That energy that Josh mentioned. Saw him there, along with other usual suspects. Got Cute Bartender's name, and ogled Cute ( Read more... )

Well now. Headed into C-ville solo after corresponding with R. all week, as family anchored my wonted comrade. And lost myself en route, to great consternation and significant lateness, but all were well. Still don't have Cute Bartender's name, but he does make a damn fine chocolate martini. Chatted with R. and Puppycute UVA Girl, got down to ( Read more... )

Apple dropped in the dirt? Bruised apple? At the bar, Whitebread Guy became more and more just that, but R. seems worth knowing. The CDs he gave me are very fun so far; he observed I had dominatrix hair, great eyes and cleavage (let's hear it for subjectivity) but was not a macker (then there was Whitebread Guy, who followed us downstairs and ( Read more... )

Martini glasses are fun for about a minute, then I feel like a poser, esp in a Yhitzhak bandana. Martinis themselves, however, are fun right to the bottom ( Read more... )

Broken-collarbone-boy was cute under his hair, and effectively naked for all his shorts actually concealed. No mystery there. Spiked-boy was also shirtless, and while he was less present on the dancefloor, I happened to turn in time to see him drop his head back and stretch his arms and pale ribby torso way up. Why are skinny boys so sexy? Josh ( Read more... )