sooo... I went out to batfink, and wore a basque, and had a good time. Also I seem to have got drunk along the way, how atypical. I don't want to go to bed yet, I'm not sober enough.
Anyway, batfink was fun, and wearing a basque was alright, but the boots really hurt my feet. Also chucking out at one seems a little early. Fortunately this will be solved by magic new venue. Hurrah.
Lalalalalah.... I danced... but evidently not enough. A proper night out should involve so much dancing that when you get home, you are so tired you have to eat and then collapse. I am drunk and in pain, but still energetic. Hence I have not danced enough. I don't know what I can do though, I danced to every song I remember even vaguely liking.
My outfit attracted a mixture of liking and fear, with emphasis on the latter. I have no idea how much of it was posturing and how much was genuine dislike, which is obviously not a good thing. I sometimes wonder, if I saw a bloke in a dodgy outfit and didn't enjoy it, but thought it was cool, what would I say to him? Then I get stuck because dodgy is evidently different for me.
This is getting rather long, so have a good night, or day, whichever it is for you.
Anyway, batfink was fun, and wearing a basque was alright, but the boots really hurt my feet. Also chucking out at one seems a little early. Fortunately this will be solved by magic new venue. Hurrah.
Lalalalalah.... I danced... but evidently not enough. A proper night out should involve so much dancing that when you get home, you are so tired you have to eat and then collapse. I am drunk and in pain, but still energetic. Hence I have not danced enough. I don't know what I can do though, I danced to every song I remember even vaguely liking.
My outfit attracted a mixture of liking and fear, with emphasis on the latter. I have no idea how much of it was posturing and how much was genuine dislike, which is obviously not a good thing. I sometimes wonder, if I saw a bloke in a dodgy outfit and didn't enjoy it, but thought it was cool, what would I say to him? Then I get stuck because dodgy is evidently different for me.
This is getting rather long, so have a good night, or day, whichever it is for you.
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Date: 2004-05-01 07:23 pm (UTC)You were mighty in your basque and pants sir!
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Date: 2004-05-02 01:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-02 07:24 am (UTC)*snogs*
Ps got trousers on E Bay for princely sum of £3 something inc postage, hurrah!
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Date: 2004-05-03 09:52 am (UTC)*shocked*
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Date: 2004-05-03 10:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-03 02:11 pm (UTC)I think anyone wearing a basque needs to get one that fits properly, but thats my issue.
One of the cats just pierced my eybrow for me. ow ow ow ow.
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Date: 2004-05-03 04:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-03 04:10 pm (UTC)Why on earth did you put a cat that close to your face?
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Date: 2004-05-03 04:31 pm (UTC)I may be talking rubbish. I only started thinking about this recently due to the mad stocking people.
I didn't, cats have very long limbs when they are cross. We have been away (bugsy's wedding, saw pete, decided i dont like him, you will be pleased to know that his post-daisy gf is a complete snorkelface, with very bad dress sense) and I think the cat forgot that he's ok with me picking him up now. Oh well. I cleaned it and froze it with icecream and have managed to keep the swelling to a minimum.
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Date: 2004-05-04 05:46 am (UTC)