Sunday, April 22, 2007
Google! Horsepucky! Good Night! Krasny! And all the other fake cuss-words that I can't think of right at the moment.
After last week's totally depressing tour-de-trash at Club Abstract, I decided to wear the most obnoxious outfit I could think of, in order to drive the Bad Flotsam crazy tonight; an outfit that would both turn them on and repell them in equal measure. I spent a week searching for the proper accessories. I ate very little food in order to fit into it. I practiced getting in and out of it as fast as possible, in order to forsee potential problems during the night.
I wore The Guitar Wolf, the most "crotchy" outfit I own.
And what happened?
Nobody came. The jerks didn't show up. It was totally dead. And there I was, in my weird crotchy outfit, acting like a prima donna for nobody in particular.
Regardless I don't regret a second.