From Writhe’s journal:
“[broken hand typing]
I brought my cds to the Bastille last night fully intenfding on spinning… seeing is I still DJ on Thursdays and Saturdays. But mny hand was hurting a lot and I just didn’t feel “into” it. Luckily Shine doesn’t live that far awaay and he ran home and got his stuff. He spun for most of the night and it was pretty good. Although he finally realized how much money I don’t make when I spin (now that Sven’s brother, Trond, is still running the club.) (Asshole)
I’m glad I stayed to hear him spin.. he played some good shit and did some trivks I haven’t heard before. I think he was scratching some Covenant. Kinda weird but ok. In any case, I got REALLY intoxicated last night. Its been a long time since I’ve done that and I am still paying for it. Now that there are a lot of securtiy cameras, Boo has to actuyally charge mne for my drinks. There is no money left in my wallet.
Ugh. I think I had a good time last night. I mean my face hyrts from smiling and laughing a lot. I never realized how many people there were at the club that I never talked to. I feel like I’ve been a hermit, tucked away in the DJ booth all the time… It made me sad. All this fun has been going on arouind me and I haven’t been part of it. Friendships and relationships are happening that have nothing to do with me at all.. I guess it kind of shattered my world view a little. I mean, I know I’m not the center of the universe or anything but I’m the center of my universe. And I haven’t looked outside of it for so long that I feel very disconnected.
I met a bunch of people last night but I don’t remember their names.. I know their faces though. I am going to have to make a better effort on the name thing….
Especially the girl I ended up making out with last night.
She doesn’t come out to the club that much and I think she moved here about a year ago. Ah man, I feel like such a… “guy”. I can’t say that I have ever done that before… gotten drunk and made out with someone or gone home with them. Heh, if I did, I certainly don’t remember. I don’t even recall how it started. I know I was pretty toasted (7 Guinnesses on an empty stomach). I was in and out of conciousness quite a bit after the 7th. I woke up once and her and I were wrapped around each other on the couch on one of the alcoves. The light was off which is strange seeing as Trond makes sure they are lit all the time. The curtqains were closed and there was a just enough light comic through for me to recognize who I was iun there with. A few people started to come in but when they saw that it was occupied they said their apollogies and left. the next time I regained conciousness, I was in the bathroom at the urinal… for fucking EVER it seemed. When I came out, she was sitting at the bar with a couple of her friends. I went up to get another Guinness but Boo cut me off and toild me that I had too much. She also shot me some look that I couldn’t really comprehend at the time… I have to ask her about it tomorrow when we go to Cafe Mucha. Some of Boo’s friends walked me home.
I don’t know if it’s the hangover or what but I feel like a complete jerk. I mean, what was I thinking? I don’t know who that was! I can’t even remember her name! I wonder if she’ll want to sdee me again. I wonder if I gave her my phone number… Wait. That makes me think… Let me check my pockets.
Yep. There it is. Her number.. BUT NO NAME!!!! Dammit! What am I going to do?
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