Tonight I went out with some girls from the Marble Slab to Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, which I saw earlier this week, because it's Melissa's birthday tomorrow and mine on Tuesday. Yay birthdays! The movie was just as good the second time. I ♥ Johnny Depp.
Then we went to the Iron Horse. It was okay, we danced some and I had a couple of shots (China White and Porn Star... I'm such a girly girl). My boots, which are gorgeous and highly admired by all who see them, are hell on my feet. I need to find some way to not have them leave marks all over the tops of my feet and also not leave my toes feeling like they've been chewed on for hours.
I took a cab from the Iron Horse downtown so I could catch the last bus back to St. Albert, forgetting my hoodie in Leah's car as a side bonus. Three people hopped onto the bus who were all dressed in black with black eye makeup and suchlike, and who then proceeded to discuss their evening in terms I could only assume referred to Suburbs. We struck up a short conversation near the end of the ride, in which the guy who was wearing the whitest foundation possible for his skin and the black fur coat introduced himself as October and told me he adored my boots and in which I asked him whether his fishnets were actually a long-sleeved shirt or just sleeves (they were sleeves. sigh... he advised me to look at Sanctuary for such a shirt, and I bemoaned their expensiveness).
The other male of the group, introduced as Tory, was a furry. How do I know this, you may ask? Well, for one, it was one of the first statements he made to me. For another, he wore a shirt with a tiger on it, a tiger-print bracelet, a tiger-print collar and leash, a little tiger on a necklace that squeaked, held a plush tiger wearing a tiger-print outfit, and had a dog-tag (tiger-tag?) with the words
Lavose
Darkwolf
Baby Furry
engraved on it. He asked me if I knew what the last two words meant. I said I knew what a furry was, but baby furry was a new one on me. The girl introduced to me as Cat with these two guys told me it was "very underground". Now, if that's not a challenge, I don't know what is. It turns out (after a short Google search) that "baby furry" refers to the adult baby/furry fetish cross. That would've been my first guess, but I didn't want to hazard a guess. Also, he had a soother with lights inside it, which apparently nearly got him "harmed" three times during the evening. His friends asserted that they'd seen people with light-up things before, and that they'd seen people with soothers before when I asked them why they didn't warn him what reactions might be like (this didn't come out of left field, Tory did say that they hadn't warned him Suburbs was a "children of darkness" type crowd (which it generally is, whether they'd like to believe they're über-tolerant or not)).
Anyway. The point of all this is: Did any of you guys see these three? I'm curious.
And if this doesn't make much sense, I blame it on the fact that my feet are sore and it's late at night. So there.
Then we went to the Iron Horse. It was okay, we danced some and I had a couple of shots (China White and Porn Star... I'm such a girly girl). My boots, which are gorgeous and highly admired by all who see them, are hell on my feet. I need to find some way to not have them leave marks all over the tops of my feet and also not leave my toes feeling like they've been chewed on for hours.
I took a cab from the Iron Horse downtown so I could catch the last bus back to St. Albert, forgetting my hoodie in Leah's car as a side bonus. Three people hopped onto the bus who were all dressed in black with black eye makeup and suchlike, and who then proceeded to discuss their evening in terms I could only assume referred to Suburbs. We struck up a short conversation near the end of the ride, in which the guy who was wearing the whitest foundation possible for his skin and the black fur coat introduced himself as October and told me he adored my boots and in which I asked him whether his fishnets were actually a long-sleeved shirt or just sleeves (they were sleeves. sigh... he advised me to look at Sanctuary for such a shirt, and I bemoaned their expensiveness).
The other male of the group, introduced as Tory, was a furry. How do I know this, you may ask? Well, for one, it was one of the first statements he made to me. For another, he wore a shirt with a tiger on it, a tiger-print bracelet, a tiger-print collar and leash, a little tiger on a necklace that squeaked, held a plush tiger wearing a tiger-print outfit, and had a dog-tag (tiger-tag?) with the words
Lavose
Darkwolf
Baby Furry
engraved on it. He asked me if I knew what the last two words meant. I said I knew what a furry was, but baby furry was a new one on me. The girl introduced to me as Cat with these two guys told me it was "very underground". Now, if that's not a challenge, I don't know what is. It turns out (after a short Google search) that "baby furry" refers to the adult baby/furry fetish cross. That would've been my first guess, but I didn't want to hazard a guess. Also, he had a soother with lights inside it, which apparently nearly got him "harmed" three times during the evening. His friends asserted that they'd seen people with light-up things before, and that they'd seen people with soothers before when I asked them why they didn't warn him what reactions might be like (this didn't come out of left field, Tory did say that they hadn't warned him Suburbs was a "children of darkness" type crowd (which it generally is, whether they'd like to believe they're über-tolerant or not)).
Anyway. The point of all this is: Did any of you guys see these three? I'm curious.
And if this doesn't make much sense, I blame it on the fact that my feet are sore and it's late at night. So there.
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weird!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
oh man... so weird.
he makes the 12:15 ride interesting to say the least.