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tiamatladySeriously, I think the water is troubling my stomach. I'd SO much rather have soda than water. And that isn't good. As soon as I land in Boston Wednesday,I'm getting a HUGE bottle of Pland Springs and drinking it totally without stopping.
Yesterday was nice, but tough. The Tower in (my) morning, and, surprise, it's raining. Downpours this time, which made for short lines, but no guided Yeoman tour, since most of the tour is outside. I met J, and he bought me the nicest steak ever, he's such a nice man (since he's probably reading this now, and we had "words" over whether or not he should. *sticks tongue out at you*)and a loverly bottle of wine to go with it. I haven't had expensive wine for quite a while, and this Merlot was nice and mellow, although I think it opened up TOO much. The steak was very nice, and not seasoned all that much, so an overbold wine would have obscured the flavor of the meat. We had a NICE NICE dessert, I had a Vanilla pancake thing, with little spots of caramel *drools* but I think I made the wrong choice in dessert wines but *shrug*
Anyway, so we headed home, drank, changed, drank some more, and headed to the Electric Ballroom. More rain. And this is what the goth scene is SUPPOSED to be like. Not many people there when we arrived, but it filled nicely. More industrial than goth, I-Steve would have been in heaven. Especially since the median age was about SIXTEEN! I mean I felt DIRTY looking around. I like them young but DAMN! There was a nice punk bartender, who called me love, (probably becuase I was tipping him senseless) and some older people. Oh, and then there were the Divas *evil grin* There was one who kept "not" looking at me, the look without looking. Sorry I don't bow to anyone, thanks. I was just looking around, found a corner and stood there. They don't MOVE when they dance. Even Diva #1 didn't, although she looked like she was dancing with a pole, if you know what I mean *winks* There were others, trying to push me around, see if they could budge me from my spot (I hear you all laughing. Believe me I didn't move.) Then there was a very BOLD unable-to-dance woman, who decided she needed to dance ON TOP of me. I was leaning on a speaker mind you. She was with her bf, and he got in a blonde normal's way so she was making fun of his making fun of HER dancing. The quasi-diva got allupset at HIM, and stormed off, only to return two seconds later to practically rape him on the dance floor. And look at me while she was doing it *sighs* I guess my "Gee that's cute, little girl, maybe you should pee on him next" look got to her, becuase they FINALLY went away. We went home early, to get up early, but of course I couldn't sleep.
So Camden Market was this morning. Of course I walked all around a large museum the day before yesterday, and up and down castle turrets yesterday, so my legs are stiff, and suprise, it's POURING again. So at least Camden was a bit not crowded. Again, a bit dissappointed, although the sheer NUMBER of stalls and such was amazing. I didn't find a thing I wanted, except a donut (Hmmm, donut) and a corn on the cob. We went into the fab goth place, and again, I can get this stuff in Boston, let alone NYC. AND AND AND, remember the sixteen year olds? Well they are the Goths becuase the clothes only fit THEM. There wasn't a damn thing I found for a woman of anything larger than a 6. Even my biggest problem bitches who rag on me about my weight aren't sixes, thank YOU. Well except for one, but she has HORRID taste, except for copying what I would wear. (except I wouldn't becuase they're cheap and flimsy, and if I'm paying HT prices for it I may as well have it made) I looked at boots, but I just can't get over the price, and my money is running out fast. I looked for new platform boots, but by that time I was tired, and soaked.
We came back to the apartment, and both of us, still feeling hung over passed out for a while, me for about 3 hours. The past couple have been spent getting ready for Slimelight. I'm wearing my favorite outfit, instead of my spiffy new corset, since the Red Menace arrived this morning. *kicks puppy* I'm so annoyed at the timing. Day one is the only day I feel ooooogy. And therefore, unable to handle the tight new corset. Oh well, I'll still look damn good.
off to finish my makeup, and be ready before him, hopefully.
Yesterday was nice, but tough. The Tower in (my) morning, and, surprise, it's raining. Downpours this time, which made for short lines, but no guided Yeoman tour, since most of the tour is outside. I met J, and he bought me the nicest steak ever, he's such a nice man (since he's probably reading this now, and we had "words" over whether or not he should. *sticks tongue out at you*)and a loverly bottle of wine to go with it. I haven't had expensive wine for quite a while, and this Merlot was nice and mellow, although I think it opened up TOO much. The steak was very nice, and not seasoned all that much, so an overbold wine would have obscured the flavor of the meat. We had a NICE NICE dessert, I had a Vanilla pancake thing, with little spots of caramel *drools* but I think I made the wrong choice in dessert wines but *shrug*
Anyway, so we headed home, drank, changed, drank some more, and headed to the Electric Ballroom. More rain. And this is what the goth scene is SUPPOSED to be like. Not many people there when we arrived, but it filled nicely. More industrial than goth, I-Steve would have been in heaven. Especially since the median age was about SIXTEEN! I mean I felt DIRTY looking around. I like them young but DAMN! There was a nice punk bartender, who called me love, (probably becuase I was tipping him senseless) and some older people. Oh, and then there were the Divas *evil grin* There was one who kept "not" looking at me, the look without looking. Sorry I don't bow to anyone, thanks. I was just looking around, found a corner and stood there. They don't MOVE when they dance. Even Diva #1 didn't, although she looked like she was dancing with a pole, if you know what I mean *winks* There were others, trying to push me around, see if they could budge me from my spot (I hear you all laughing. Believe me I didn't move.) Then there was a very BOLD unable-to-dance woman, who decided she needed to dance ON TOP of me. I was leaning on a speaker mind you. She was with her bf, and he got in a blonde normal's way so she was making fun of his making fun of HER dancing. The quasi-diva got allupset at HIM, and stormed off, only to return two seconds later to practically rape him on the dance floor. And look at me while she was doing it *sighs* I guess my "Gee that's cute, little girl, maybe you should pee on him next" look got to her, becuase they FINALLY went away. We went home early, to get up early, but of course I couldn't sleep.
So Camden Market was this morning. Of course I walked all around a large museum the day before yesterday, and up and down castle turrets yesterday, so my legs are stiff, and suprise, it's POURING again. So at least Camden was a bit not crowded. Again, a bit dissappointed, although the sheer NUMBER of stalls and such was amazing. I didn't find a thing I wanted, except a donut (Hmmm, donut) and a corn on the cob. We went into the fab goth place, and again, I can get this stuff in Boston, let alone NYC. AND AND AND, remember the sixteen year olds? Well they are the Goths becuase the clothes only fit THEM. There wasn't a damn thing I found for a woman of anything larger than a 6. Even my biggest problem bitches who rag on me about my weight aren't sixes, thank YOU. Well except for one, but she has HORRID taste, except for copying what I would wear. (except I wouldn't becuase they're cheap and flimsy, and if I'm paying HT prices for it I may as well have it made) I looked at boots, but I just can't get over the price, and my money is running out fast. I looked for new platform boots, but by that time I was tired, and soaked.
We came back to the apartment, and both of us, still feeling hung over passed out for a while, me for about 3 hours. The past couple have been spent getting ready for Slimelight. I'm wearing my favorite outfit, instead of my spiffy new corset, since the Red Menace arrived this morning. *kicks puppy* I'm so annoyed at the timing. Day one is the only day I feel ooooogy. And therefore, unable to handle the tight new corset. Oh well, I'll still look damn good.
off to finish my makeup, and be ready before him, hopefully.
