Luna-loo hydroplanes down the 5 to visit mum. She rings me midday with a ogie-ogie-ogie! Oi! Oi! Oi!, bored in traffic.
Im pleased. Hubby Snate lends so much Adult Swim DVDs to me, alls I could do is let them jockey my netflixed BBC series of The Office. It was a hit on Canoga Ave. They intend to buy. She then lets slip the news that Snate is without the Logar for the eve and has no plans. As soon as we conclude shared adoration of David, Tim and Gareth, I tag hubby. and he wanna dance.
You see, my fond, familiar habit to live and relive days of Goth-gone by is matched, and sometimes trumped, by Snate: now a dynamic corporate messenger of project management. Hows a Pedantic Training voice of corporate domination, like me, supposed to compete with him?
Sliding down Gower an hour too early into my apt, I could only occupy him with a screwdriver and an old Denis Leary DVD. I begin to pitch other dank corners of the un-dead-ications. A pointy-clicky in
LA Weekly takes me to a new locale of Dungeon, someplace called The Probe, I says.
Nathan perks with recognition, and then, me being of southern Gothic descent, I am semi-schooled on Hollywood yore; with Helter Skelter and Control (with a K) Factory.
It seems the Probe was a joint all the "OGs" hit in the day. He says hell give it a shot. This I know is a lock, as Clockwork continues to resemble an East LA high School Gymnasium dressed up for the 80s themed Halloween sock hop. (Walking across soggy carpets and swappin eyes with chubby 19 yr olds, I expect Ill be drinking spiked orange punch my next visit there, when forced.)
So we scramble together and work out my back-story in the car. Listen up:...
If we run into a girl Im currently dating = Snate: Allan promised me a boys night out
If we run into a girl I havent called in a while= Snate: Allans been in Palm Desert, Im so glad hes back in town tonight!
If we run into the daughter of a girl I havent called in a while=Snate: mmmsame as #2, but buy her a drink to keep her off her phone for a while.
...This proved useful as all three scenarios came at me with eyebrows raised and arms akimbo.
The venue was enjoyable, with a surprising, but not surprised, attendance of DJ Amanda Jones in the Crows Nest.
Further into the night, the event became peppered with cohorts and familiars. Snate encountered his, I mine. The Sisters were there with men in tow. Cutie-J and lil-Nance are necessary blessings for a coronation of a Dungeon designation.
Only $10 to the Clockwork $12, though the drinks were overpriced and they mandate a 20% gratuity on the check.
But I do so enjoy watching the Hubby dance.
Im pleased. Hubby Snate lends so much Adult Swim DVDs to me, alls I could do is let them jockey my netflixed BBC series of The Office. It was a hit on Canoga Ave. They intend to buy. She then lets slip the news that Snate is without the Logar for the eve and has no plans. As soon as we conclude shared adoration of David, Tim and Gareth, I tag hubby. and he wanna dance.
You see, my fond, familiar habit to live and relive days of Goth-gone by is matched, and sometimes trumped, by Snate: now a dynamic corporate messenger of project management. Hows a Pedantic Training voice of corporate domination, like me, supposed to compete with him?
Sliding down Gower an hour too early into my apt, I could only occupy him with a screwdriver and an old Denis Leary DVD. I begin to pitch other dank corners of the un-dead-ications. A pointy-clicky in
LA Weekly takes me to a new locale of Dungeon, someplace called The Probe, I says.
Nathan perks with recognition, and then, me being of southern Gothic descent, I am semi-schooled on Hollywood yore; with Helter Skelter and Control (with a K) Factory.
It seems the Probe was a joint all the "OGs" hit in the day. He says hell give it a shot. This I know is a lock, as Clockwork continues to resemble an East LA high School Gymnasium dressed up for the 80s themed Halloween sock hop. (Walking across soggy carpets and swappin eyes with chubby 19 yr olds, I expect Ill be drinking spiked orange punch my next visit there, when forced.)
So we scramble together and work out my back-story in the car. Listen up:...
If we run into a girl Im currently dating = Snate: Allan promised me a boys night out
If we run into a girl I havent called in a while= Snate: Allans been in Palm Desert, Im so glad hes back in town tonight!
If we run into the daughter of a girl I havent called in a while=Snate: mmmsame as #2, but buy her a drink to keep her off her phone for a while.
...This proved useful as all three scenarios came at me with eyebrows raised and arms akimbo.
The venue was enjoyable, with a surprising, but not surprised, attendance of DJ Amanda Jones in the Crows Nest.
Further into the night, the event became peppered with cohorts and familiars. Snate encountered his, I mine. The Sisters were there with men in tow. Cutie-J and lil-Nance are necessary blessings for a coronation of a Dungeon designation.
Only $10 to the Clockwork $12, though the drinks were overpriced and they mandate a 20% gratuity on the check.
But I do so enjoy watching the Hubby dance.
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justlittleolme:
that is an interesting idea. i thought about it today, and i'm might just be too jealous. especially if i put him in your hands. you are bad. although, if he was with you, you could watch him. hmmm. still thinking.
justlittleolme:
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