This was an actual conversation I overheard at the bar one evening. It still amazes me that people are still that stupid.
From Writhe’s journal:
08-03-03
“I went out and bought a new shirt yesterday to wear for my date with Monica. It’s a black military style shirt with some really cool pockets. I also wore my bondage pants and some kick ass New Rocks that I forgot I had (they’re the ones I custom made with the skull on the toe). I was having a good hair day too… Which made me start thinking that something was going to go wrong. I mean, how can all this stuff be going well? There had to be some catch. Fortunately, there wasn’t. Not ALL night! I think that was the most spectacular date I have ever been on! Oh, sorry… back to the point.
I went over to her house in the Marigny (that’s the neighborhood right next to the French Quarter) and I brought her a few daisies and a few chocolates from this Belgian place I know about. She was surprised and pleased… at least that’s what she said. 
She put the flowers in a vase and stowed the sweets in the fridge after writing the letter ‘M’ on the box with a sharpie. (And no complaining about weight! +++++!) She introduced me to her roommate, some “alternative” girl that I’ve seen around before but never at the club. The Bastille just wouldn’t be her place. She seemed pretty cool but relatively uninterested in meeting me. Oh well, no loss.
Monica was wearing a nice black knee length dress thing that I can’t really describe properly because I am so unfamiliar with women’s clothes. Sorry. Her hair was done up and she had on some kind of glittery make-up. She looked hot! I caught myself thinking, “Writhe, you’re a lucky guy!” several times. We left her house when the cab pulled up and the two of us took off to the Arts District for White Linen Night. I paid the cabbie and tipped him well because he was kinda funny and not creepy like most cab drivers.
We started off at a champagne and cheese table. It was fun because we made these weird looking sandwiches with some crackers and whatever they had on the table. We laughed quite a bit at each others humorous small talk. She cracks jokes like I do sometimes. It was uncanny! Anyway, we were off to the galleries. Most of the “art” was a bunch of crap but that was good for more conversation… actually, we ended up making fun of most of it. I’m sure we offended more than a few “artists”. There were a couple shows that had interesting work in it, stuff that I would even consider hanging on my walls if I had the money.
We ran into a few of her friends and we chatted for a few minutes before parting ways. I think she wanted to drag me away from them because some of the girls were really interested in talking to me and finding out who I was. I am absolutely certain that I was blushing from all the attention. I am SO not used to that.
After drinking a few more glasses of champagne, we took a cab back to her place so that she could change her shoes. I guess there was more walking than she expected and her shoes didn’t look that comfortable. She put on a pair of stacked boots that made her almost as tall as I am. (I find short girls to be…..mmmmm… rrrRAAAArr…) We decided to walk to the club since it was only about 10 minutes away (plus I didn’t really want to spring for a third $10 cab ride). On the way there, I reached down and grabbed her hand. It would have been nice but it’s the beginning of August and it’s really hot and sticky outside. But I figured I would put in the gesture. We held hands for about 2 blocks until we had to go single file on a sidewalk due to some stupid tourists.
We made it to the club and were let in for free after a bit of an argument. One of the door guys was new and didn’t know I worked there. It was some jock/bouncer guy that Trond hired who likes to walk around with his chest puffed out to make him look big and menacing. I hate people like that. Heh, I’m sure I can take him out… yeah, if I knew Karate or something! After we went in, I immediately went to the bar and got us some drinks. Boo said I looked really nice. I returned the compliment. She always dresses up for her nights at the Bastille. I got Guinness (of course) and Monica was drinking Cranberry/Vodka. Boo apologized for the fact that there was no more good Vodka as one of the bartenders last night pretty much gave it away in most of the drinks without charging the right amount for it. Man, that bar has been looking rather empty since Trond took over.
I took the drink to Monica who was standing with a group of her friends. Her friends stopped talking when I came over and I said, “Sorry to interrupt your conversation…” and started to leave. But Monica grabbed my arm, careful not to spill my beer, and said, “Oh, they were just telling me how cute you are.” UGH! More embarrassment! I turned beet red and the girls started giggling. Ah, jeez! So I downed about half my beer. That definitely got me tipsy. Monica then introduced me to her friends and I forgot their names immediately. I’m so bad about that. They talked for a little bit as I sipped on the rest of my Guinness. I didn’t have anything interesting to add to the conversation… that and I am quite shy around new people.
We finished our drinks and were half way through our next ones when Monica asked me to dance. Shine was playing some good EBM and I would have liked to dance but I wasn’t that drunk yet. I mean, I can dance and all that but I have to be somewhat intoxicated in order to lose the inhibitions that keep me off the dance floor. I told her that I would dance after I finished my beer. She said it was ok and went to the dance floor. I don’t know if it was the beer or not but I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. She’s a really sexy dancer! Not like the slow, erotic stripper kind of dancer but the stompy/angsty/’I can kick your ass’ kind. I realized that I was staring at her and decided to not make her that uncomfortable and took the opportunity to visit the DJ booth. I guess I was more drunk than I thought I was because it took me a while to get up the ladder. I spoke with Shine for a bit but he was a little preoccupied with the incredibly packed dance floor and trying to make sure he kept it. Before I left, he gave me that buddy-buddy punch on the arm thing that he’s never done before and said, “Good luck, man!” I think that is the most serious/supportive thing he has ever said to me. It kind of tripped me out a bit.
I still wasn’t feeling dancy after that Guinness so I had an Irish Car Bomb. MMMMmmmm! Those are tasty!!!! After I downed it, Monica came up to me and ordered another drink. When Boo brought it, I thought she was going to give me one of those looks again… but she didn’t. I think I was just being paranoid. In fact, I think she was rather happy that I was having a good time with my date!
Monica and I had as much small talk as you can have in a noisy club, even though the dance floor is separated from the bar by a huge set of double doors. And then Shine put on a song by the BEST BAND EVER! I swung around to Monica and said with wide, excited eyes, “This is Manual Insertion!!!! I want to dance!” She was like, “Great!” and went with me to the floor.
Most of the rest of the night was kind of a blur of dancing, drinking, having fun, talking, laughing and…. um….. heh… making out. *blush*
I remember that Monica and I left around 3 or so.. right at the end of peak hours. We went back to her place and sat on her couch… “watching a movie”. Eventually, we made it back to her room where we tripped over something in the dark. Fortunately, her mattress is on the floor and we landed on it. We both started laughing hysterically and kissed some more. We ended up passing out next to each other fully clothed except for the boots I don’t remember taking off.
We woke up this morning around 11. I offered to take her to breakfast but she said she looked like hell… or did she say that I looked like hell?.. heh, whatever. It was more of a gesture on my part… knowing full well that she wouldn’t take me up on the offer. I put my boots back on and she let me out. She gave me a long, deep kiss as I left.
I heard the door close behind me and I walked home.
I got home and slept for another three hours. I showered and still have all this glitter on my neck that I can’t get off. And it’s on my pillows too. And my new shirt. And my towel.
Ugh. *BIG SMILE*”
08-07-03
“So as I sat on my bed with the phone in my lap, going over what I was going to say to Monica when I called her….
The phone rang and startled the piss out of me!
I dropped the phone and then scrambled to pick it up and find out who was calling me. Guess who it was!?!?!
It was Shine.
“Do you answer the phone like that all the time?”
“No Shine, you just startled me… Hey! What the hell are you doing calling me! I didn’t think you had my number or even had a phone.”
“I’m calling from Boo’s cell phone. She had your number in the phone book thingie… whatever you call it. Anyway, You have to come out to Cafe Mucha right now. They’re closing.”
“What? It’s only like 9[pm]!”
“No. They’re closing for good. They shut down for good at midnight.”
“Um… ok?”
“I’m not kidding. Just come down here man. Boo is starting to get a little um… weird. Gotta go. See you in a bit.” CLICK.
The instant I hung up the phone it rang again. It was Monica.
“Hey, did you hear they’re closing Cafe Mucha tonight?”
“Yeah. Shine just told me. I’m going there right now.”
“Well I guess I’ll see you there, cutie!”
“OK. Bye.”
“Bye.”
I spent the next 3 hours in a very crowded coffeehaus with a bunch of people I have never seen before. I found Boo and Shine standing against one of the walls looking about as upset as I have ever seen either one of them. The rumor was that the owner of the building was doubling the rent and the owner of the business couldn’t afford it so he’s getting kicked out. What a bunch of bullshit! This totally sucks!
I also saw Monica from across the room and made my way over to her after some time with my friends. She was there with her roommate and a few other friends. We chatted a bit, mostly about the Cafe. Nobody saw it coming. I really wanted to spend more time with her but I noticed that Boo was crying into Shine’s shoulder. I told Monica that I had to go take care of my friend and I hope she understood.
Up until midnight when they kicked us all out, Shine and I tried desperately to calm Boo down while holding back our own tears. It was really difficult and now that I am thinking about it at home by myself….
too many tears.
That place was such a home to a lot of us. It was the only Cafe in the Quarter where it was comfortable to be a freak. Everyone that worked there either had colored hair or dreads or piercings or large amounts of tattoos… It had a comfy, laid back atmosphere where you could sit and drink one cup of whatever for hours and not feel like you were taking up space. Occasionally, they would have bands play acoustic sets there (which was pretty cool even though the bands kinda sucked)…. damn.
I can’t continue right now.
Everything is continuing on it’s downward spiral.”
