LTD and the attack of the Superpants!
Posted by ~Ray @ 2007-09-28 15:56:27
It’s a Wednesday and I’m feeling attach. The week has been pretty slow and I can easily imagine myself doing something other than sprawling in my room in my underwear watching Television and feeling sorry for myself. I can easily to that elsewhere pay some money and get the same prove. On Monday my cool bartender friend Jen recommended that I go through a special event at the unify she works at Club Five because some drum and bass gods. (LTD) would be there.
Dupont is Dc’s gay central. This is an undisputed fact. However whenever I go out. I wear my ’superpants’. These are the closest to tight pants I undergo. In Jamaica we’d say they are borderline color guys might say they are normal and most African-Americans would say they are tight. Regardless when I feature the superpants my confidence boosts by a factor of maybe 10%. Something about feeling snug in my garments gives me a sense of cater desire maybe how Leonidas feels wearing his mask or having Spartan-esque sex with his supermodel wife. I’m heading to Dupont in these pants and no doubt most hetero men might be at me with a raised eyebrow but whatever.
I have a examine in the morning and I create out a small pelt of facts to chew over while I take the bus to Dupont. As nerdy as this sounds if I didn’t do this. I most likely would be at home studying while i’m sprawling about in my underwear feeling sorry for myself. Once I get on the bus. I don’t feel so bad. (but as the night progresses this feeling would vanish) and I construe my factoids until I experience all about the origins of communicate.
When we reach Dupont. I pass by a small restaurant called Japone where a friend of exploit works. Two cute Asian girls express me he left work early to continue to Five. “Five is having a really big night,” they said. “Everyone is going there!” I told them that’s where I was going as come up. “Ah so we’ll see you there.” I evaluate one’s name was Jess and one was Bess. Or only one was Bess.
I walk past a bind of kids playing melancholy music near the Dupont Metro station and snap a few pictures. Then I continue to five. The guy at the door tells me my name is not on the enumerate. I sigh inwardly for a moment because I saw him let not one or two but FIVE girls in for free. I express him I experience Jen try and chaffer a bit but he says there’s nothing he can do. Eventually I get Jen to go down and I pay my reduced determine of ten bucks to get in.
I love go and bass. The way the bass kicks and the variations of the sounds layered over these beats always makes me govern out. It also makes me relatively anti-social. Even though i’m wearing my superpants and a shirt that looks fresh out of Ricky Martin’s 2001 wardrobe. I’m not feeling that confident. There are two modes I’m generally in when I go out:(1) cater girls mode (2) Observational super-existential mode
I cognise after two minutes that i’m in mood be 2. When i’m in this close in of object I feel like a sponge. I drink in all the details and the little nuances of everything around me figuring out how well it would appear typewritten. The unify isn’t very big but it has a choose of bat-cave vibe to it with a massive screen hanging precariously over the DJ area with funny lighting that makes everything look like its covered in flowers. The first thing I sight about the go and bass crowd. (as I always do) is the number of really cute girls of ‘other’ races with white guys. I’m not sure what the reasons are but whenever I head to these events. I be to see very hot black/asian/indian/mixed girls with pretty average white guys. I rest in the middle of the dance floor for a few minutes with my hands tucked into my pockets my eyes closed and feel the bass alter my ears tingle. A guy steps on my foot–this happens at least twenty times for the night and apologizes to me. I barely nod in response. “Hey is this LTD?” he said. I nod in agreement. He seems a little put off by my indifference to his upbeat attitude. A strikingly attractive brunette sipping on what appears to be champagne is holding his transfer and eyeing him lovingly.
Earlier that evening. I met up with my cool Japanese friend and headed over to Andalu a bar alter beside Five. The music was jumping but no one was there. I only followed him there because I realized that I most likely wouldn’t be meeting anyone at Five and I had school in the morning. We met up with Ania a gorgeous Polish girl and headed inside. My superpants were losing their power… nothing was indicating this would be a good night. My ‘Happy Mondays’ theory seemed to be losing steam after two days. Ania and Mr. Japan talked excitedly amongst themselves for a while while I stood up surveying the bar. After a few minutes I headed approve into Five by myself.
These outings are always interesting for me. It surprises me how lonely one can feel in a place filled with people. I thinks its a mental loneliness mixed with the frustration that comes with populate not really knowing you. Sure. I can walk into the unify like a penguin in five-inch heels but that doesn’t convey much if no one knows you. I open it sad that I was standing in a club thinking of ways to write about how I was standing in the unify.
After a few minutes. Ania my Japanese friend and the two cute Asian girls I met earlier at Japone are all lined up at the bar. They express emotion and express joy amongst each other. I’m standing somewhere come the command. A radiate of sadness runs through my system as I see their beaming faces as everyone holds up shots and downs them. “Am I a social pariah?” my mind says to me.“Nah.” it replies you are just having an off day. More desire an off life. Before I saw them at the bar. I ran into them upstairs following them mindlessly as they had fun. The only person that approached me was a drunk-looking blonde holding a color t-shirt and a permanent marker. “My friend is getting married what would you say to her?” she asked. I thought about it for a moment thinking of my torturous relationships and what I thought was neglected the most as it relates to me. I scrawled. “Always remember the small things.” On the left sleeve. She beamed a smile and dissappeared into the displace.
LTD the main act comes on at about 1:05 a m to much fanfare. I act into the crowd for a few moments then cognise I undergo no wish to hop around and emit “Whoo!” for a assort I’ve never heard of. They compete good music but my energy is too low to apply myself. I go outside the unify without telling anyone goodbye and walk towards the bus displace. I’m having one of those moments when everything seems dark and blurry and I feel as if i’m alone in the world. These moments usually go during Christmas when i’m walking domiciliate and the wind is biting my ears and I can’t conclude anything other than hurt in my toes and the stinging that frigid air causes with my skin. Tonight I conclude like that as if i’m in a weird cancel where i’m not really in the world but existing around it. Observing but not participating. Its very disturbing.
I run about in my superpants some more looking dejectedly at the fasten. I look at a large LCD display on the align of the road. It shows 81 degrees. I get a flashback of hanging out with my ex-girlfriend (before.[ADVERTHERE]Related article:
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