Friday night jamie95 convinced me to join him at Pulse in Detroit for the Guerilla Queer bar gathering. I resisted at first, but he and Aaron were persuasive, and I needed to get out of the house and out in the world after my insular angst-fest of the previous week. Pulse is a pretty nice place: about the same size and shape as Pronto’s bar area, but longer and better decorated. The music was mostly forgettable but only somewhat too loud for conversation. Sadly, they were fresh out of perspective, but they DO make a mean Key Lime martini. I think I got about five people to order their own after sampling mine.
While we were I met denverguy81 and his partner mikeyfettish for the first time in real life. They’re both fun guys, and very cute. (Matt, where are the pictures?! :P) I also met the lovely cretakano, and she and I had an interesting discussion about coming out experiences. I also ran into our buddies Jeff, Johnny, and Crew, who I hadn’t seen in quite awhile (Johnny & Crew, I mean), and met their friends Dan & Ryan. We only stayed for a few hours, but it was a good time and I’ll definitely go back sometime.
Saturday Aaron, brokenbryan, and I did some shopping at Old Navy, Michael’s, and Target, bought some clothes, had some Panera, then sat around letting the food settle before I headed to the gym prior to mrimp coming over for dinner. Afterwards we got ourselves suitably attired for City Club (black t-shirt, boots, and kilt for me), and drove over to azazal78‘s place. exotica66, abusedheart19, and nakednerd piled into Scott’s car and we were off. I hadn’t been to City Club in almost ten years, and neither Aaron, Bryan, nor Eric had ever been there. I used to be a semi-regular, and it was interesting to see what had changed and what hadn’t. The exterior looks much better but the inside is much the same. Black walls, with a lot of abstract designs painted in white. They’ve gotten a lot more draconian about their rules: no spikes, no cell phones, and the bouncer regularly yells at people to get off the wall, which I don’t really understand the purpose of. The music is still outstanding, and was a mix of old and new goth-industrial. I even danced a lot, with minimal alcohol! I got a couple compliments on my kilt (from girls), and one guy who said, “You’re wearing your skirt again?”. I’m like, ‘Again? Do I know you?’ I didn’t say anything though, and thought it odd that he would comment on a tan kilt, when I was hardly the strangest sight he could have seen there. We stayed til almost 2:30, then dragged our weary butts home.
Yesterday we drove down to Ferndale and Royal Oak for a little more shopping and lunch at Pronto, then I took Bryan home so Aaron could study, and pack for his overnight to Tennessee. On the way back, while stopped for gas, I took pity on some girl who was desperate for gas money to get back to Port Huron. I don’t remember the particulars of her sob story, but her body language said she was on the level so I spotted her $5. She wasn’t getting my twenty, however. :o)
Today we meet our new boss at 3pm. Nobody really knows anything about him except his name and a vague physical description. I dressed a bit nicer than usual for the occasion, and after I got to work realized I’m wearing the colors of The Agenda (my City of Villains group): dark gray slacks, dark red polo, and black shoes. Hopefully I won’t have to call up my mercenaries to deal with the new boss if he’s an asshole. :oP