Monday, April 11, 2005
So, I finally got over the giant ass on the window of American Apparel and went inside to look at the clothes. Thankfully, there isn’t ass everywhere, and the soft core porn of their ad campaign is even softer in store. I got a real nice T-shirt and a skirt.
I had a great weekend, actually. The weather was FANTASTIC. I played some soccer. You know, I have to tell you that those first headers of the season, really take their toll. I went out on Saturday night and did some dancing, where I saw: The Freak of the Week.
Yes, folks I was upset about my freak of the week. It seems that I was seeing freaks daily until I started to record them on my blog. Well, it was all righted at Any Poolhall on Saturday night. Check it out, the bar was full of people dancing. Everyone was having a good time. All the dance bar types were out to play. Even the obligatory White-Girl Pseudo-Lesbian Show Duo (for those of you who don’t know, it is the two often white girls who rub up against each other while dancing to funk or reggae music in a transparent attempt to attract guys) was in fine form. Then I saw him, the perfect candidate for the Freak of the Week. This guy was wearing a floor length leather trench coat and he had his blonde hair slicked back. He went right up to the DJ booth, where there are full length mirrors. While dancing and pumping his fist in the air, he stared at himself in the mirror yelling “Oh Yeah, oh Yeah!” Then he caught sight of a friend of mine and gyrated in her general direction, only to look back at the mirror and continue his fist pumping and grunting action for another 20 minutes or so, until he left. Is it wrong that I LOVE people like that, and that I stare unabashedly when they come around? I hope not, because I do. I can’t help myself. It’s like a show.