http://www.darkstatic.com/~bisquitodoom/HalloweenDemo2.mp3
In the spirit of the evening… Enjoy.
Feel free to share your stories of the holiday festivities.
Thanks!
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So here’s my Halloween:
I’ll just say first off that I have a feminine side. It’s not like a I go full on drag with it, but if the time is right I wear goth makeup. First time I really went all out I had a dress and pigtails. Since cutting my hair I’ve invested in a long purple wig, but this time I really went all out with the makeup. It was borderline drag. Drawn on eyebrows, fat dick sucking lips, heavy foundation, real eyebrows glued down. The whole nine yards. Keep in mind I’m very much straight.
So the DNA Lounge in SF is having their big Halloween shabang. 3 levels of music. Main floor was playing dubstep. I stayed upstairs above the pizza place next door that’s never open. How appropriate that the first song I dance to is “Every Day Is Halloween.” Whoever that guy was was playing good music whenever I was up there. Next guy started playing more dance type shit which was cool for awhile but he eventually lost the crowd.
I go to the bar and I see Kathy the hot chick I met at the TKK show in september bartending. We catch up a little bit and I ask for a shot of Stoli Raspberry. It looked like a baby shot but she actually poured me a double and I ended up getting a triple. It was in a weird plastic shot glass so a good portion of it went down my chin. The next two drinks Kathy poured me were strong. First one was called Imaslut (Stoli blueberry, cranberry juice and 7up.) Not a very good mix. Didn’t get to finish it cuz someone knocked it over when I set it down on the stage where the djs were doing they’re thing. Then I get a Stoli Raspberry and sprite and I couldn’t finish the last quarter of it cuz it tasted like pure alcohol. A little bit came up, but not a full on puke and luckily I had some gum.
At a couple points during the night I was dancing with a total hottie named Jennifer. She had a date and was kinda dancing with whoever (including the two buff gay guys) but her and I talked a bit. We kept bitching about the dj and wanted to hear more Industrial. He threw in about a minute of Front 242’s “Headhunter” and was only playing 30 seconds to a minute of every song. Most of it was crap. Front Line Assembly comes on and then it goes into TKK’s “Kooler Than Jesus” and now I’m really getting down, but this is the same motherfucker that was only playing 30 seconds to a minute of each song. That was the one song I made a request on the event page on facebook and I only got about 45 seconds tops. I did ask him why he cut it off so quick and he said he only had a 50 minute set. He was also spinning vinyl so I gave him a break. Last call at a quarter to 2 and I get one more shot of Stoli Raspberry. I wasn’t even really drunk. So I wasted my money on booze and probably tipped Kathy $10.
I then run into Jennifer again and she assures me the next dj is gonna kick ass. She was wrong. He had a few good songs in there but it was pretty much 95% crap. Dude even djs at the goth club Death Guild, which is held at DNA every monday. Jennifer asked me what I look like normally and wanted me to come dance with her again. I don’t quite remember how I fucked that up, but I ended up leaving the room above the pizza place and went backstage. As I walk in this song is playing:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WDswiT87oo8
That song just screams gay but I love it and I wished I was backstage more. Went from that to James Brown, to Soft Cell to Depesche Mode. It was fuckin on til he played Rihanna and went into stereotypical dance shit. Back next door. I was hoping to get Kathy’s number, but as soon as the bar was clean she was out. Backstage is closed soon after. I didn’t see Jennifer for the rest of the night either. Music was sucking on the main and next door. I just stayed next door til the dj was done. I was pretty much done dancing for the night anyways. Then that fucking Die Antwoord song “I Fink You Freaky” comes on. Time to get my coat from coat check.
Music ends not long after at 2:50. Just sitting in DNA Pizza. Some dude bumps into my shoe and he says sorry. Me and this chick are both sitting on a couch looking at each other. I then start a conversation about how it was cool that he said sorry cuz I’m used to the large population of Japanese exchange students bumping into your shoes on the bus and not saying shit. I swear the day will come where I trip one of those motherfuckers. So the chick ends up giving me what was left of her curly fries! SCORE! Then I meet the coolest guy of the night. Forget his name but he was wearing a blue Star Trek shirt and drunk enough to slur his words. We start checking out chicks with nice asses and start talking about how they need to get fucked in the ass. He then points out these two cute asian chicks in the back corner towards the bathroom that he had been checking out all night. He really wanted to talk to them but wasn’t sure about it. I make the bro move and encourage him to talk to them and he does it. As I was observing he unfortunately didn’t get so lucky as the hot chick had a guy she was kissing on and the not as cute one didn’t look interested in talking to him. But he was chattin it up with them til I left.
Before I left an older cat walks in giving me props for my getup. He then starts talking to me and it got awkward. As awkward as it was, some of the shit he was saying was pretty real. Went into how you can’t buy time and said “Show me a motherfucking contract on time.” His name ended up being Radio and he basically said he’s got music connections in SF. Gotta take that shit with a grain of salt. Dude was talking about how he’s water and how procrastination is his worst enemy. I think he was seeing thru me right there cuz that’s my main character defect. About half of what he was saying was real and the other half was nonsensical, partly cuz I couldn’t hear all of what he was saying after being around loud music for 4 hours. In the end, it really lit a fire in me to get the band going. Been procrastinating on that shit for way too long. As I left I went to say bye to Star Trek and he says talking to those girls was the best idea ever loud enough so one of them could hear. Fucking love that guy.
As for Kathy and Jennifer, hopefully I’ll bump into them at Death Guild next monday. So that, in a nutshell, was my Halloween. Think it’s safe to say it’s the best I’ve ever had.
Thanks Bisquit!
This year we hosted a 90s themed party. I managed to piece together a pretty elaborate playlists of songs. It was all going well until I started to get requests for R Kelly and Hanson [laugh] Ah well. About 25 people showed up, so we had a good turnout. We played Cards Against Humanity and 90s Trivial Pursuit. Who would have thought those made great drinking games? It was a blast!
Happy Halloween!!!
I ask for a shot of Stoli Raspberry.
The next two drinks Kathy poured me were strong. First one was called Imaslut (Stoli blueberry, cranberry juice and 7up.) Not a very good mix.
Then I get a Stoli Raspberry and sprite
It’s good that you were dressed in drag because the drinks you ordered will cause you to grow boobies and a vagina regardless.
Sweet, thanks Bisquit.
Eureka, wtf?!
Thanks.
m-bop, bop-bop
m-bop, bop-bop
thanks for the treat, bisquit!
Thanks!
Eureka’s story was awesome btw.
Thanx JLW. Good to know someone acknowledged my pretty bitchin night instead of commenting on what I was drinking. I admit the Imaslut was girly looking back with the cranberry, although it didn’t taste girly. But I don’t see what’s so girly about mixing any kind of vodka with sprite. Especially when it tastes like pure alcohol towards the end.
Fruit drinks are for women
Well I looked like a hot woman. And I’ll end it like this, I’ll drink what I want and I don’t wanna hear any shit about it. End of discussion.
I’ll drink what I want
Cool.
and I don’t wanna hear any shit about it.
Yeah, sorry, Dude. But the above two phrases are actually incompatible with each other.
It’s like saying you expect people to treat you the same at a job interview despite having a face tattoo.
You’re free to do whatever you want, but you can’t really control people’s reactions to it.
I’ll shit what I want and I don’t want have to drink it
It’s like saying you expect people to treat you the same at a job interview despite having a face tattoo.
Your analogy is a little more extreme than a debate over drinks.
Despite my getting a little defensive, I just wanna clarify that it isn’t really pissing me off. I just don’t see the humor in making fun of someone for drinking what I drank. Now if it was a Smirnoff Ice or a Mike’s hard whatever then I’d understand. I’m honestly not a big drinker and I probably never will be, thank God. And that’s saying something from a guy who has alcoholism running deep in the family.
But I tell ya what, I’ll just order an AMF next time I’m at the bar and be sure to let you all know how that goes.
What’s an AMF?
drink whatever the fuck you like. to say a certain drink is for a man or woman is extremely sexist.
drink whatever the fuck you like. to say a certain drink is for a man or woman is extremely sexist.
So is saying that men shouldn’t wear high heels and mini-skirts.
[reply]drink whatever the fuck you like. to say a certain drink is for a man or woman is extremely sexist.
So is saying that men shouldn’t wear high heels and mini-skirts.[/reply]
Not based on the gender roles set forth within our society, it’s known as a cultural norm. As a sociology guy too you should know this, unless you’re just fuckin’ with him. Then fuck away.
Late,
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