I look for several things when I go to bathouses: towel size, thread count of the men, a lack of food [pizza grease? barf...] - and the music. My current favourite has a DJ, which is the primary reason it's my current favourite. There's nothing like feeling a busy funky beat while you're becoming Linda down the aisles between, uh, scheduled activities. Plus - it helps wear off the e. I hope someday someone plays this remix in a bathouse near you ::
:: Just sat still for a while. Not doing anything. Attempted to become one with myself. Hated it - got ready for partying instead.
Sat p.m.
:: Devyn's Birthday (Laurentian Room, GirlToronto, some new boys, $11 drinks, new clothes).
Sun a.m.
:: Comfort Zone :: B & B courtesy Wilma Checkclear.
Sun p.m.
:: Comfort Zone :: Heavy drinking at Woody's, apartment hopped, B & B courtesy Hairy Mary.
And suddenly it's Monday - again...
Friday, February 11
Eat Your Heart Out -
- cuz you ain't gettin' chocolate. This Valentine's Day be glad that you, like me [recently; don't ask; I know; the sheer unmitigated gall], find yourself chronically single - just look at what you get to avoid ::
Sharing - Ick. Doesn't synch well with most Petit Bourgeois agenda's. Besides - my DSquared's look better on me.
'Friends', as in his - I know who I wanna know already.
Bad Dancing - "uh - like right here? - hon - there are speakers throughout the club - we can dance wherever we feel like - I know - quelle concept - so let's get off this stage - now"
Bad Light/Suddenly Hideous/Must Be The Drugs - Yikes. And I thought love was Never Having To Evacuate.
The "Sweety, wtf is my wallet?" Fight - Somehow it's your fault & also because he loved you so darn much, so just sit there & take it 'cause no-one has any respect for you anymore, anyways, and this certainly won't help your cause with The Bitches Who Brunch - a.k.a. your friends - who'd secretly rather you remain unattached, in any case, because, fuck, they are, for crying out loud....
Shut-up and pass the chardonnay.
Tuesday, February 8
Giving & Taking
With apologies to A. Bambaata, here's a new song ::