dance macrabe
so, i went dancing last night at the Masquerade’s Secret Room. it was so wierd, i recognized so many people from the Chamber when i would go there every thursday night. not anyone i know by name, just by sight. it didn’t matter, i was there to dance. i went with Pain (tommy, i mentioned him earlier. that’s the name he prefers to go by, i was told recently). i was wearing a short skirt, garters, black boots, low cut blouse… i felt sexy. the shirt has ties on the side that swing around when i dance, almost giving it a 20’s look. mmmm… i’m sore today.
there were a lot of tourists there last night. blondes… no really, like, blondes with the attitude. what the hell are you doing in my club?! *snarl* on the way out in the parking lot, some frat boys said “can you tell us where a normal club is with people that look more like us?”. someone said buckhead and they asked me for directions. i was tempted to send them to backstreet or some other gay club.
ok, my writing isn’t very coherent today. i think its from only having 3 hours of sleep last night.