Friday was memorable more than fun. I had to deal with a degree a girl drama in which I decided it just wasn’t worht the headache, stress or annoyance any longer and my friends were 100% in agreement.
Submerge was a bit slow, if only because of the terrible weather and the fact there were 5-6 other events going on that night. The biggest memory of Submerge is I totally beans and franks my wang. I can’t begin to tell you how much that hurt. It was a unisex bathroom in the club to so trying to wrench the head of your genitalia from a zipper malfunction without screaming. Wow. Just wow. I ended up losins a layer of skin about the size of my pinky nail. From the most sesistive part of my body. I only told Heather and Vlad while at the club and I hid it pretty well. So if you were there and wondering why I was quiet or kind of cold/not paying attention to anything/onem that my friends is your answer. It’s doing well 36 hours later though. Still…holy fucking ow.
Saturday I spent about 2-3 hours talking with Erin. It’s always nice to jabber with her and she’s an awesome person who deserves nothing but awesomeness.
Spellbound fricking rocked. We had about 6-700 people when all was said and done. There was a bar crawl going on and so we were inundated with as they call them here, “Normals.” Now this doesn’t bother me a bit. For the 13 or so years I’ve been a writer, the vast majority of my audience has been non goths. I like non goths. I hang out with a lot of them. I don’t have any pre-judgemental outlook on someone because they were in a frat or dress preppie or like different things than me. It’s all taste and opinion and lifestyle differences. Sadly, most goths are pretty much unwilling to go outside the subculture and it leaves them looking as snobby and arrogant/dickish in the same way they view the non goths that probably picked on them in high school or college or whatever. This worries me, because in essense, the goths become the exact thing they hate, and treat the non goths the way they themselves would never want to be treated. It’s a shame and kind of disheartening, especially as I’m Mr. “best known goth to the non goths.” I can’t tell you how many mainstream oriented people have told me their outlook on the goth scene has changed because they met me and it always warms my heart because it means through my stupid video game and nyogtha articles, I show people that you can wear PVC and listen to the Bauhaus and still be cool with the preppie/hipster crowd. Times like this I miss Scott, Moser and the crew back in MSP. I always had fun with my total non goth friends and they had fun with me. They would have thought last night was legendary and I could totally have seen Moser and I bagging a lot of quality tail in tandem.
Anyway, the influx of average joes meant that there were a shitton of slutty costume/ Eye candy is good. It also means, as Spike once put it “The hunt was on” for your Heartbreak Kid. Five phone numbers and one potential set up with a hottie through a friend of a friend.
Costumed Number bagging tally:
Slutty barely dressed Asian Cowgirl
Slutty Asian chick dressed like Pokehantas
Slutty I can’t remember right now.
And yes, we referred to everything as Slutty “Insert costume here.’ Props to Alan and Vlad for being wingmen last night. Truly, the party kicked heavy ass and Blad was an awesome DJ, able to play a nice mix that appealed to both crowds and had the dance floor PACKED. Go Team House of Dracula.
Today it’s working out, a lot of Guitar Hero III and 30 Days of Night. Really kick butt weekend all in all.