VSLF had dinner with some of her colleagues. It seems the subject of the night was her plans for the rest of the evening; namely, to go with me to a CakeNYC event. The guys were all can you get me in?, and the ladies were that sounds like it could be fun... let me know how it goes, maybe I'll come next time.
It was pretty fun, I'll give it that. Attendees wore skimpy clothes (organizers made me take my shirt off when I came in); there was some Andrew Blake movies playing on the big screens; the music was nothing to write home about.
I figure if I'm going to indulge in a rare desire to go dancing I might as well do it somewhere where heavy petting is encouraged. And there was a fair amount going on. Woot.
Though women did outnumber the men, there did seem to be a fair number of men who clearly felt like they were in Candy-Land. In the lavatory, one gent said it's like eight girls to each guy! Good luck, guys, then proceeded to clink glasses with everyone in the room. (Beverage- and clue-less, I made a fist and lightly punched his glass.) Another frood waxed rhapsodic about how great it would be to come to the party without a date, am I right?
To which I was all, uh yeah you know it. But honestly, whether a woman is half-nude and dancing lasciviously or not, I have absolutely no idea how to flirt with someone I haven't been introduced to. Do you? VSLF had no idea either: there was a girl she was wanting to dance with, but couldn't figure out an in.
Interesting observation: The type of person who brusquely shoulders through crowds at a club has no compunctions about doing the same when both your and his shirts are off.
We'll go again. We didn't have a great time, but then we were in a weird (not in a good way) state of mind before we even left the house.
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A note: it's treppenwitz, not steppenwitz. Like you even care.
It was pretty fun, I'll give it that. Attendees wore skimpy clothes (organizers made me take my shirt off when I came in); there was some Andrew Blake movies playing on the big screens; the music was nothing to write home about.
I figure if I'm going to indulge in a rare desire to go dancing I might as well do it somewhere where heavy petting is encouraged. And there was a fair amount going on. Woot.
Though women did outnumber the men, there did seem to be a fair number of men who clearly felt like they were in Candy-Land. In the lavatory, one gent said it's like eight girls to each guy! Good luck, guys, then proceeded to clink glasses with everyone in the room. (Beverage- and clue-less, I made a fist and lightly punched his glass.) Another frood waxed rhapsodic about how great it would be to come to the party without a date, am I right?
To which I was all, uh yeah you know it. But honestly, whether a woman is half-nude and dancing lasciviously or not, I have absolutely no idea how to flirt with someone I haven't been introduced to. Do you? VSLF had no idea either: there was a girl she was wanting to dance with, but couldn't figure out an in.
Interesting observation: The type of person who brusquely shoulders through crowds at a club has no compunctions about doing the same when both your and his shirts are off.
We'll go again. We didn't have a great time, but then we were in a weird (not in a good way) state of mind before we even left the house.
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A note: it's treppenwitz, not steppenwitz. Like you even care.
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i'll send em over if you dont.
nice to see you, as always.
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