clubbing...

[asthran]

... is so much different here than in Dallas. And it really shouldn't be, I think, except maybe that this is more "my turf" and so I feel more inhibited, that I have a mold that I would be breaking out of, a social identity that doesn't exist in Dallas because there, I don't exist. And I don't care.

But I did come *this* close several times to just dropping my pool cue (yes, I played three games of pool at Zero) and just giving myself up to the music. Some awesome stuff. Much, much, much better than the dreck in December. Of course, I was given the impression that tonight was special, that tonight was a special gathering night or something.

Was propositioned, declined. With some practice I could become a decent pool player, maybe. Saw only a few people. Had a horrible urge to start spinning poi about 1am, closest I got to that was spinning my necklace around a bit.

Comments

Memories Past and Future

[dlblake.livejournal.com]

At least you don't sound as shocked anymore about being propositioned. I remember a time when it would really fluster you. Now you mention both the proposition and the decline so nonchalantly. Ah how the times have changed :)

I can see it now, when the Faire Circuit dies down, Deb makes an even more lucrative living as a nationally feared pool shark. Course that path might lead to dying at the hands of disgruntled mafia members. /shrug At least it'd be fun while it lasted (and lucrative) :D

Re: Memories Past and Future

[asthran.livejournal.com]

Well, it was a fairly nonchalant proposition...

"blah blah blah mutual acquaintances blah blah blah convergence blah blah blah Say, want to...?"

*blink* "Um, no."

"ok. blah blah blah..."

*grins* And I could deal with the pool shark thing. I totally was digging strolling around the table and appraising my shots!