Dark Sparkle

Last night I rushed home and threw on some clothes. I thought I looked kind of hot, sort of sexy but not incredibly beautiful or anything. Leslie and I had been sipping on champagne while getting ready. I did her hair. I did my hair. I’m always doing everything or something. We headed out to Café Du Nord for Dark Sparkle. I love that place. It sets a completely different mood than the DNA Lounge where Dark Sparkle has been as of late. I definitely miss DS at the Café. Everyone was there, that used to be there, or so it seemed. Even BOOTS was there. BOOTS is this nasty weird guy that wears these cowboy boots, with jeans and sunglasses and usually no shirt and dances on the sides of his feet. He’s weird, but funny to watch dance and even more funny to make fun of. His Halloween costume was that he wore a shirt, but right after I said that he proceeded to take it off and then pelvic thrust his “wiener and balls” as Leslie calls it out into the air. Then after some weird spin-kick type dancing he decided he needed to grab his crotch a la Michael Jackson, but in an even more pervish way. I was laughing so hard I was almost in tears. I mean, you really have to see this guy. I haven’t seen him since my days at the Death Guild. Shudder. I miss Camera Obscura. Going off on a tangent…

So everyone was there. He was there. She saw, while she was ordering she happened to turn around, but it wasn’t like there was some sort of secret going on. She told me before we left with a little laugh in her voice. She was looking for someone to make out with or hook up with, or something... But that is neither here nor there and has nothing to do with anything. The main point is she doesn’t care. He was fucked up. I wanted to be, but wasn’t. Knowing I had to be up for work at 7am, I had 1.85 drinks. Yeah, I refused to finish the 2nd one on the count that the alcohol was making me feel even more tired than I would have liked. My mind wasn’t ready for sleep but my body felt like it.

I was a human shield, had brief conversations with a few choice people, saw nice haircuts, was stabbed in the tits one too many times by someone’s stupid metal wings on part of their costume. Laughed at the guy who dressed up as a coke-head by putting a box (that holds 6 glass coke bottles) on his head. ORIGINALITY. Laughed at some guy dancing a jig, way too fast for the songs, and at a guy (that looks like the baby off of rugrats wearing sunglasses) dance way too slow TO EVERY FUCKING SONG. At one point I had fast jig dancer on one side of me and slow rugrat on the other, and I felt like the only one in the room that could dance to the rhythm and follow a beat. And I was wearing stilettos, what is there fucking excuse? But then there was BOOTS. They played Ghost Town by The Specials and I got all crazy like. I love that song. I love The Specials. Saw David Bowie (or some guy dressed up like him) dance to David Bowie songs. Requested Night Boat by Duran Duran only to have it not played as usual. They never play mine or Leslie’s request. We only requested the songs out of humor that they wouldn’t be played. I stole a piece of candy that was for free so was it really stealing? Stared at Leslies boobs on her request. Got my hair made fun of, my height made fun of and had a good time. I can’t wait until Friday though, when I get to wear my costume. I’m a little apprehensive about actually going out in public wearing it though…

Maybe someone will help me take it off when the night is all said and done.