Can't Place The Face, But I Remember That Ass
Well, P's outta town, so I'm using this weekend to say some goodbyes to the friends and such. Had drinks and dinner with M last night. Totally mellow and nice.
How strange to still be friends with your first boyfriend ever. That's 14 years now. Like I always say, once I love you, you will never be fully free. That's a warning to everyone.
M had to take off. One more drink and no drivey drivey. I decided to stay out and maybe shake my tail a bit.
A very little bit. You know it's a bad sign when you walk into a bar and they're playing a Whitney Houston megamix.
Ever the optimist I still had a drink and just people watched for a bit. I did run into this guy and girl that seem to always be out. From chatting with them, I knew they were from the North Bay and just came into the city to drink and dance.
He's her hair dresser. She's a real life Patsy Stone, obviously loaded, with some obvious work done to the facial area. Mostly eyes I'd say. Blond hair, very blond, usually pulled back into a severe pony tail. In short she's fabulous.
A true sex kitten never dies and never says uncle. Rock on lady!
They always work a totally coordinated look, and I've never seen the same one twice. I danced over to their pseudo punk party and said my goodbyes. Off to LA in two weeks you know.
After the meet and greet, I left and went to The Bar on Castro. I ran into G, an old boyfriend, and got to say goodbye to him as well.
Lot's of goodbyes. It's strange how many people I've been running into lately, people I haven't seen in ages. Oh well, saves me the step of digging up their info.
More people watching. More drinks. Blah Blah Blah. Then I noticed this gaggle of fraggles ordering nothing but champagne. Pretentious but quasi charming
It reminded me of K. He never drinks, but if he does it's champers. ... not that he'd never ever order it at a bar. Only the good stuff for K.
Anyway, so they blipped my radar for a millisecond. I went back to my people watching. Then the ring leader came over and said, "You know, you remind me of this guy that used to gogo dance at the Detour years ago."
And of course, I did dance there years ago. They had this little stage over the doorway with chains hooked from the ceiling to the stage floor to keep you from falling off and killing yourself.
Now I won't say I was very good, but I will say I was entertaining. I got more than a few compliments. I did love licking those chains.
So the ring leader and I laughed. He bought me a glass of champagne and introduced me to the group. Interesting bunch, creative types, designers, etc. We chatted a moment. They moved on.
And then I went home. How funny that someone, anyone, could place me as that twenty-something kid dancing his slutty ass off in a dark dive bar. Now if I can just get people to remember me for something other than my slutty ass.
... or at least "in addition to" my slutty ass.
Love, kittens, and butterflies,
Posted by strangechanges
at 13:03 PDT
Updated: Saturday, 17 July 2004 14:11 PDT