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house music zombie
Nov. 1st, 2021 08:10 amI went to the Monkey Loft on Saturday night for much-needed Halloween groove.
Shallow fashion details: Alice in Wonderland met some Goths at the bottom of the rabbit hole – pink ruched dress and pinafore, stompy Fluevog boots, and all dark & sparkly eye makeup. Violently pink lips & nails.
There was a joint cover deal with Club Sur whereby I could have caught Miguel Migs, but I forgot to because I was too busy socializing with dykes and eating sushi. But the choonz were good; I recommend local heroine DJ Trinitron, speaking of dykes.
I didn't bug out until after 0330. I think I overdid the caffeine – but not the alcohol – before & during. And I'm out of practice enough that I forgot to close my tab.
Because I was so low on sleep I just barely managed what I needed to do yesterday, including arranging a date with K. (Yay!) One of things I needed to do was, of course, go across town to retrieve my debit card. In the process of doing so, I discovered that the Monkey Loft was, as apparently usual on Sunday nights, doing house music from 1900 to midnight. If I'd known about Sundays at the Monkey Loft I'd forgotten. It reminds me of Flammable, which used to be every Sunday night at (*sniffle*) Re-bar. I desperately needed the eight-and-a-half hours of sleep I got last night, but some other Sunday night I just might hit the Monkey Loft.
Shallow fashion details: Alice in Wonderland met some Goths at the bottom of the rabbit hole – pink ruched dress and pinafore, stompy Fluevog boots, and all dark & sparkly eye makeup. Violently pink lips & nails.
There was a joint cover deal with Club Sur whereby I could have caught Miguel Migs, but I forgot to because I was too busy socializing with dykes and eating sushi. But the choonz were good; I recommend local heroine DJ Trinitron, speaking of dykes.
I didn't bug out until after 0330. I think I overdid the caffeine – but not the alcohol – before & during. And I'm out of practice enough that I forgot to close my tab.
Because I was so low on sleep I just barely managed what I needed to do yesterday, including arranging a date with K. (Yay!) One of things I needed to do was, of course, go across town to retrieve my debit card. In the process of doing so, I discovered that the Monkey Loft was, as apparently usual on Sunday nights, doing house music from 1900 to midnight. If I'd known about Sundays at the Monkey Loft I'd forgotten. It reminds me of Flammable, which used to be every Sunday night at (*sniffle*) Re-bar. I desperately needed the eight-and-a-half hours of sleep I got last night, but some other Sunday night I just might hit the Monkey Loft.
