I went to DNA Lounge tonight because there was a free concert. Well actually what happened was that Nina Hagen was supposed to perform, but fell ill. So her opening act filled in for a full evening. Turns out that the opening act was a performer I had just been introduced to (and fell in love with) named Jill Tracy. So to be able so see her for free (alright the mark-up on a Jack Daniels) was pretty cool.
But it's been a while since I've been out to a gothic club, and I had forgotten a few things. Namely how lame the guys are, and just how fucking hot the women are. There's just something about black leather and vinyl against extremely pale skin.
And I learned one more thing. While this is neither a necessary nor a sufficient condition, I noticed that my nose starts to itch when I want to hit someone. There was an asshole 'dancing' in the line of sight between me and the performerm who in addition to constantly weaving in and out of blocking my view, almost ran into me on several occassions. I just couldn't stop scratching my nose.
Then again, maybe it's just a nervouse habit. If so I'll have to watch for it at poker.
As I re-read this post, it seams my emotions are just running high today. If I'm going to go to the gym tomorrow morning I'll have to put off analyzing it until after I get up, but I'll have something to think about while on the bike.