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Dance Implosion at the Castle!!!
Holy shit, peops!
Last night was a big whirlwind tour of old-school Florida fun. Bhall's family was having a little family get together, so my sister and I drove up to Largo to sip home-brewed beer and look at these hilarious glamour shot pics of Brian in high school, beaming at the camera from under a huge curly afro. Some old friends who I hadn't seen in ages came around from their digs in LA, and around 10 my sister went home and the rest of us went to visit a local artist who lives in St. Pete now. We picked up the gifted songwriter Alex Hooks and drank and talked some more, until around midnight when Merc and Syd came up and asked me if I still wanted to go to the Castle.
Yes I did yes I did yes I did. There is no club in New York like it. The people there are all about the culture and the music and the fetish stuff is wild and for real but anybody can feel accepted. I got up on that dance floor and shook it to the dark sounds with some graceful stranger in pigtails and black lipstick and hours went by in a state of pure techno-gothic bliss. It might have been nice to talk to more people but it was one of those nights when I communicate with movement and not with words. Alex had never been to the Castle before and it was awesome to see him get down too. Merc drove us home and we ate gnarly Taco Bell nachos with Alex's dog, which he says is 150 years old in dog years.
Fucking amazing night. Thanks to everybody who made it happen.
dirtyLast night was a big whirlwind tour of old-school Florida fun. Bhall's family was having a little family get together, so my sister and I drove up to Largo to sip home-brewed beer and look at these hilarious glamour shot pics of Brian in high school, beaming at the camera from under a huge curly afro. Some old friends who I hadn't seen in ages came around from their digs in LA, and around 10 my sister went home and the rest of us went to visit a local artist who lives in St. Pete now. We picked up the gifted songwriter Alex Hooks and drank and talked some more, until around midnight when Merc and Syd came up and asked me if I still wanted to go to the Castle.
Yes I did yes I did yes I did. There is no club in New York like it. The people there are all about the culture and the music and the fetish stuff is wild and for real but anybody can feel accepted. I got up on that dance floor and shook it to the dark sounds with some graceful stranger in pigtails and black lipstick and hours went by in a state of pure techno-gothic bliss. It might have been nice to talk to more people but it was one of those nights when I communicate with movement and not with words. Alex had never been to the Castle before and it was awesome to see him get down too. Merc drove us home and we ate gnarly Taco Bell nachos with Alex's dog, which he says is 150 years old in dog years.
Fucking amazing night. Thanks to everybody who made it happen.
lazy
