I am hurting I am hurting I am hurting!!!! Friday night against my better judgement I go to Charlie Matlock’s mansion party to “stop by for an hour.” Who was I trying to kid? I ended up staying there until 4am, and had to get up 3 hours later for my New York flight. Ouch. Saturday night is the Shelter, and there was a little bit of drama with me hiding from a multiple-personality compulsive-liar-dancer who decided I was to be his future wife. I was ducking behind poles and squatting by the speakers, occasionally peeking my head out to make sure he wouldn’t see me. I did see Jamie 3:26, and it was a pleasant surprise to be dancing next to him.
Sunday night my dancer friend Jesus takes me to a very very scary club called Plum. Tribal house, all asians… ALL on serious drugs, just fucked up beyond belief. The bathroom attendant was a stiletto wearing S&M witch who would scream and spank people’s asses at random. One girl was puking in the garbage can and no one blinked an eye. And there is nothing more unsettling than passing by a couch of passed out Chinese men in dark glasses.