aegiswings

crazy night
So, Friday night I'm planning on going to "The Pill"
(britpop / indie / mod / 60's)
Check out The Pill

So, I'm waiting to use the bathroom so I can get ready
while my roommate Margaret and her friend Shannon
are getting dressed up in fetish and goth wear.

They are planning on going to ManRay (see ManRay and they ask me
if I'd like to come along. Fridays are Fetish Fridays
at ManRay and the dress code is all black, with
fetish wear strongly encouraged. Leather, vinyl,
cyber erotic, drag, lingerie, whips, chains, bondage
gear, you get the picture. There is a discounted
admission ($5 instead of $12) for extreme costumes
and they wanted to qualify.
Shannon had fishnet stockings, stiletto boots, a corset,
with her hair crimped and tied up. Margaret wore electrical
tape. She little tape crosses, like asteriskes all over her
torso, including her nipples. She wore a shirt over it, no bra
though, a shirt, and stiletto heels that laced all the way up
her calves. She planned to flash the bouncer and show
off her tape to get the discount. I didn't own any appropriate
clothing so I just went all-black with some electrical tape
augmentation.

It was already pretty late so I decided to drive us all there.
Margaret and Shannon had already been drinking and well,
they were at least a little bit tipsy. Margaret especially.
We get to the parking garage and Margaret drops her wine
bottle getting out of the car. Oops. Was she drinking that in
the car? Guess I didn't notice. She also decides to pee
between some cars in the garage. Ok, maybe she is a little
more drunk then I thought. I've only lived with Margaret a month,
and I've never been anywhere with her outside the apartment
and I've never seen her drink.

Anyways, we stumble our way to the club. Shannon is
carrying Margaret's money and ID since she has these
clever little pouches that strap on above her boots, right by
her knees. We get to the bouncer that check our IDs and
Margaret flashes him (no, not yet Margaret! He isn't the one
that takes the money!). She kind of forgets to pull her shirt
down. She starts up the stairs, kind of stumbling. She's
pretty drunk, and the heels don't help. Well, the bouncers
notice this and they decide she is too drunk to be let in
the club. It doesn't help that everyone else there is stone-cold
quiet, sober and filled with solemn goth angst.

I ask the bouncers if we can come back in an hour when
Margaret is sobered up a little bit and they say if she
is sober by then, we can. We decide to walk back to the
car. On the way, Margaret decides she wants to pee
in the middle of the street. Ok, maybe she is more
drunk now. We don't let her and lead her to a lot where
she goes behind some cars. On the way to the car she
decides to practice walking in a straight line. For some
reason she has to take off her top to do this. Now we
are walking through the city and Margaret is topless
except for some strips of electrical tape. She almost gets
hit by a car too. I catch her, and put her shirt back on for
her.

When we get to the car, we realize that we don't know
where Margaret's ID is. We had given it to Margaret so
she could show it to the bouncer and now she wasn't
holding it. Margaret was busy practicing her "fashion
show" walks and turns in the parking garage so she
could like more sober when we went back to the club.
We retraced our steps, and I found the ID. It was in
an empty lot, behind a car, in a puddle of urine. Margaret
decides to pee there again. For consistencies sake, I
suppose.

Well, Margaret isn't getting any more sober, but it
is getting really late so we decide to wait another
15 minutes or so and try to get in again. We have her
practice some of those finger to nose touches.
The bouncers seem willing to let us in if Margaret
can walk in a line without stumbling, but then the boss
bouncer shows up and he isn't too happy. He threatens
to throw us in the cop car again (There are two cop cars
sitting right outside the club). We walk around the side
of the club, just out of sight by the emergency exit and
talk. We debate letting Shannon go in to meet her
friends while I take Margaret home. In the meantime,
Margaret decides to ask some people walking by
if they can open up the emergency door from inside the
club and let us in, you know, movie theater style.
Unfortunately, one of them says he works at the club
(d'oh!) and of course he says he can't. Apparently, he
tells the bouncers this because they show up with a
cop and tell us to go home, or we'll be arrested.
Margaret wants to punch the bouncer boss in the face,
of course we stop her. Just the thought of it is hilarious.
Margaret isn't exact a big girl. She is very skinny and
not really very aggressive looking.

There isn't much we can do but go home. Shannon is
so upset she is crying. She really wanted to go
to ManRay. In fact she drove 1 1/2 hours from New
Hampshire just to go. The drive home is awkward
and silent. When we get home, we change, and I
have a few beers and things mellow out a little bit.