"she said I was a HIPSTER DOOFUS."
Jan. 24th, 2003 01:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lauralhWent out to the Bar last night with Steve. I suppose we thought it would be a nice change of pace, a chance to perhaps mate outside our usual social circles, but well, it didn't quite work out that way, and now I finally get every anti-Seattle rant ever written. Or at least one of them.
Quite funny as I had recently had a convo with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kamakhai about how scenesters "tend to keep to themselves and are rarely overtly obnoxious [but] they're certainly not a lot nicer." Steve and I felt like we had stepped into an 80s party movie or something. "Wow dude, I'm like the only girl in here without black hair and bangs!" It was really amazing. I think it wouldn't have been too bad if people were less insular. I mean I can understand if you just go to a bar and you only want to be with your friends, but why pay cover for the privilege?
Anyway, after a few drinks it wasn't too bad, and I even screwed up enough liquid courage to hit on the cute boy. And when he shot me down I took it in stride and just danced with Steve for a while. "It's the Faint! How the hell are you supposed to dance to this?" And I'm not just saying this, but the girl DJs were better than the boy DJs. It's kind of weird in 2003 to dance to music with lyrics beyond "Will I ever love you again" or whatever the latest eurodance number is; it felt like high school, especially with tracks such as "The Humpty Dance."
We were going to try to hit Aristo's before close but BP called us, asked us to join him at the Contour. WHICH WE GLADLY DID. "I was watching Dr. Zhivago and it depressed me, so here I am," he explained when we got there. Talked to the door girls and bartenders, got a free drink. Gave it to one of the off-duty girls. Well, ok, I drank a lot of it while she wasn't looking. That's probably what put me over the edge of rational drunkenness - I have no idea what was in it, it was like an LIT but very orange tasting. We didn't stay too long, though, which was good as Steve was about to start his drunken-ex-rant.
Quite funny as I had recently had a convo with
kamakhai about how scenesters "tend to keep to themselves and are rarely overtly obnoxious [but] they're certainly not a lot nicer." Steve and I felt like we had stepped into an 80s party movie or something. "Wow dude, I'm like the only girl in here without black hair and bangs!" It was really amazing. I think it wouldn't have been too bad if people were less insular. I mean I can understand if you just go to a bar and you only want to be with your friends, but why pay cover for the privilege?Anyway, after a few drinks it wasn't too bad, and I even screwed up enough liquid courage to hit on the cute boy. And when he shot me down I took it in stride and just danced with Steve for a while. "It's the Faint! How the hell are you supposed to dance to this?" And I'm not just saying this, but the girl DJs were better than the boy DJs. It's kind of weird in 2003 to dance to music with lyrics beyond "Will I ever love you again" or whatever the latest eurodance number is; it felt like high school, especially with tracks such as "The Humpty Dance."
We were going to try to hit Aristo's before close but BP called us, asked us to join him at the Contour. WHICH WE GLADLY DID. "I was watching Dr. Zhivago and it depressed me, so here I am," he explained when we got there. Talked to the door girls and bartenders, got a free drink. Gave it to one of the off-duty girls. Well, ok, I drank a lot of it while she wasn't looking. That's probably what put me over the edge of rational drunkenness - I have no idea what was in it, it was like an LIT but very orange tasting. We didn't stay too long, though, which was good as Steve was about to start his drunken-ex-rant.
