Something made me think about this just now, and I though it’d be nice to have on the new site. So without further ado, an entry from July 8th, 2002.
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Things I learned on my trip to the Goth Club:
1) Seeing a man in a short leather dress with elbow-length gloves and thigh-high boots didn’t faze me. Picturing him driving an Acura through town to get to the club was — and is — one of the funniest mental images I’ve ever had.
2) I don’t think I’d ever seen two men make out before.
3) I’m a tech geek. I spent more time staring at the lights than anything or anyone else.
4) I can’t really emphasize enough how much this continues to freak me out, even (or especially) in retrospect. 1AM on a Thursday night in a goth club, and I find myself sitting between two school teachers. The mind boggles.
5) The whole “Don’t Take Candy From Strangers” schtick is overrated. I took two lollipops from a very nice girl who pulled them from her coffin purse and I was just fine.
6) Goth music is too slow for men to effectively dance to. Women, possessing something known to the medical community as “hips”, are far more adept to the rigors of slower, heavier music.
7) Rarely did you see couples on the dance floor. At any given time, four couples, tops. I even went to the club with a married couple, and they were never together dancing.
School girl outfits, while not particularly gothic, mmmmmmmmmm…..
9) Writing down notes while drunk at your hotel room is somewhat effective, but only if you remember to bring the list to your computer when you sit down to type the list out.
