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Leather, Crinoline, and Dorothy

I am very, very tired, so this will be written now, and posted when I stop being in pain and asleep.

Well, for those of you who were invited but noticeably absent, Yesterday was the Nocturna Halloween bash at the House of Blues. The venue was a big change, and a bit weird, because there was simply no place to escape from the sound, and someone with a massive love of the bass settings had tuned things to a mind-numbing frequency.

That, and the drinks require payment in the form of firstborn children, but hey, watered-down vodka's pricey these days.

On the up side, I got to see a ton of people I've missed, I managed to be good and not try to steal people from their groups, I danced with almost every guy I had my eye on dancing with, and I got at least three "goth hand kisses," which are de rigeur for goth boys to do.

Oh, and I got complimented on being beautiful by drag queens.

You can't see me right now, but I'm squealing like a five year old that finally got her pony.
And it's a pink pony. With sparkles. Possibly licensed by Mattel.

They liked my corset, fondled my waist, gave me makeup tips, and asked me to "promenade" with them to show off our clothes.

Eeeeee! It's the ultimate in compliments, and they were so pretty, and...wow. I felt validated, I suppose, which is dumb, but they were gorgeous. And wearing much, much higher heels than me, so there's some professional admiration, too.

The costumes weren't the best this year, but the drag queens almost made up for it--particularly Dorothy, with her nifty ruby slippers. On top of this, there was a costume contest, which Cobra Commander totally ruled at, since 90% of the other entrants appeared to be some kind of fairy or other. There was a complete set of Endless, and some Dreaming characters, and the drunken pirate whore boy, who is very sparkly and very, very, indiscriminate about kissing people. Eww.

I managed to avoid said contest (which my brother was trying to drag me into.) It wasn't, as he worried, that I wasn't sure of how I looked--I got more offers to dance in the first five minutes of walking in than in my entire high school life, and the corset seems to inspire touching, love, and obedience. This is mostly because many of the other attendees are wearing Hot Topic corsets, which are held together by shoe polish and spit, but it was still nice.

The thing is, I didn't want to go up because...well, if I'd gone up, then certain other people with us would have gone up, and...it would not have gone well. So we stayed, as a group, and things were harmonious, and less dramatically inclined.

Plus, who the hell cares what anyone else thinks of your costume? We're goths, dammit. It's a subculture full of people who have no interest in normal fashion. Costume contests that don't involve real costumes are silly, and basing your self-view on what others in your subculture think is even worse.

Which is why it is just and fitting that cobra commander won, because he is the least goth of all of us, and didn't care.

Also, he's Cobra fucking Commander.

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ire_es_advenio
Oct. 30th, 2007 03:13 pm (UTC)
Hey,

I sent you an e-mail as well but I Figured I would post here as well. I wanted you to know I was thinking about you and if you want to drop me an e-mail my email is still journeyisdestination@gmail.com.

I would love to catch up.
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