After a nagging hesitation to stay indoors last night, against my better judgment I ventured out into the night with Thing 1 and Thing 2. Keoki was headlining the main room, and Db in the second? Why we decided to go out to flail on the dance floor to Keoki is completely beyond my realm of comprehension. I assume its the same reason that everyone else there had; Because its something to do. Upon entering the Blue Room, I immediately put my ear plugs in, partly because the sound in there is just absolutely SHIT, regardless of how many times they ‘re-tune’ the damn system (monkeys cannot be sound men, please note) and also because I was hoping my ear plugs would simply drown out the music and people around me. Lastly, I do like being able to hear, and I’m trying to keep it that way.
I kept thinking to myself, “I know what would make this better…”

I wandered around aimlessly looking for someone I knew, then realized I probably didn’t want to see them anyway… I then stood there holding my gin & tonic with both hands, wide stance, staring up at the booth with a glazed look upon my face. Just as I was about to scan the crowd for an unwanted familiar face some random man with a decent sense of style came up to me, “Hi my name is -(I’d already stopped listening at this point).” I responded with “Hi, I’m Kelly.” Why? I have no clue… I then introduced myself as Kelly to every random who accosted me for the rest of the night. He said something to me, probably phase two, which is the whole “how was your night” jargon. I smiled and said it was fine, and that I had to go find my boyfriend. A very invisible, non-existent boyfriend. I wasn’t in the mood to tell anyone to fuck off last night, too much effort. Wasted effort at that.
Ran into my ex, thought to myself “why?” and probably accidentally let a look of puzzlement and confusion escape onto my face. Idle banter back and forth for a bit, I gave him massive amounts of shit for basically being himself. The brat. Throwing insults is the only type of communication he really understands I think. Unless its operation Get In Pants, and then he broadens his topics of conversation slightly. His lip is re-pierced. I don’t even think I care. He just pointed it out to me because I didn’t notice, even though its rather obvious, and on his face… I think if he had a cock on his face I probably wouldn’t notice. Okay, maybe that, I would notice, but that’s not the point. There really wasn’t a point. Wasteful. I think I was trying to waste the night away out of sheer boredom. I suppose I have the intention of maintaining civil ground, but beyond that I don’t expect anything nor want anything… I can’t even remember what we talked about, how rude of me. Meh… Flippant.

Wandering back and forth from room to room. The owner bought me a Gin & Tonic, nice Guy. No, that’s really his name. Guy. True story. Kind enough to get my a strongly poured double. Not like I really needed it, we’d had a few shots before leaving (vodka + brown sugar + orange juice. still tastes like plain vodka. Gross) with the mentality that drinking would be cheaper that way. It never is, you spend the exact same amount of money and drink just as much, you just get to the make-an-ass-out-of-myself phase at light speed rather than a gradual degradation of moral fiber, judgment and the ability to formulate coherent sentences or even words. I went up in VIP for a moment, but its not really VIP because anyone can get up there honestly… I managed to find someone that I wanted to see. My little B, we chatted a bit then I sauntered back down to the Drum & Bass room where I watched Db spill a water bottle on the Allen & Heath, literally frying it and killing the sound and what little vibe he had going on in there. Good, I hate that mixer. Who the fuck really needs or wants a 4-ban EQ anyhow? To my dismay they had another one in the back. Pioneer 800 anyone? Hell, a 600 will do. Maybe next time I’ll set up a water bottle accident. They can only have so many Allen & Heaths in the back. I took all the knobs off a mixer once, in hopes they had to get a new one if it was knob-less to the point of not working. Shitty Rane something or other from the stone age, oddly enough that club had a plethora of the same mixer in the back too… what the hell Seattle?

I digress (Constantly). Back into the drum & bass room. Mixer: Dead. Vibe: Also dead. Roommate: Found.
“I feel fat, I’m bored… you’re not bored… are you.”

“Nooo!” she squeals with delight.
I think I shrugged then went off to entertain myself, which is code for, I went off to find another alcoholic beverage. I got lost somewhere along the way, and then found myself and Thing 1, Thing 2 was very drunk when we managed to locate her. Luckily she prefaced the night with a statement to let us know that she would probably be communicating more so in noises than actual English diction. Staying true to her word, we found her in all her squeaking and bleeping glory. Why we stayed til 2, I am not sure… it was uninspiring and annoying seeing the same people drinking the same drinks, dancing on the same dance floor of the same club every fucking weekend (Thursday night). Don’t get me wrong, I love dancing, and going to have a drink and a dance. But I’m much more selective about when. I suppose we all need a random drunk Thursday every now and again… Do something with your life. Try something new. Thank you. Good day.