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One of my OKCupid contacts told me she's a door person at the Resurrection Goth night at the Baltic Room, which happens on Sunday night. OK, it's a little strange to meet a potential romantic interest when she's on the clock, but it was her suggestion.
But first, a word about the Baltic Room to you non-locals and non-clubbers. It started out in the '90s as the hip, swank live music joint. It had a beautiful cherry wood bar - right in the middle of the space, so its feng shui and flow were crap. That's right: a shotgun dance floor. The place seems to have had its vicissitudes along with the rest of Seattle and the rest of the US. It may be less hip now, but on the third try they've finally arranged things right, with the bar - not quite as pretty, but not bad - against one wall and the dance floor opened up.
One unfortunate thing that I learned upon entering is that a certain person who's rightly persona non grata with several of my Gothier friends is usually a DJ at that night. (Luckily, he wasn't there last night.) The door folks' advice? Check the calendar if you want to come.
The crowd was a parallel Goth universe, with lots of pretty black-clad people that I didn't recognize from the Merc, Ceremony, or the Vogue (RIP).
There was, unusually, a live band last night, namely Sazerac Orchestra. Not bad, and they apparently listen to Balkan Beat Box. The lovely young blonde thing next to me said there are other such bands that play at the Russian cultural center on the Hill. You know where this is going: yet another gay Russian girl. Chatting with her about things of interest to gay and/or Russian girls was the highlight of my evening. I certainly wouldn't mind seeing her again, even if she does have a Ukranian (!) girlfriend.
Oh, will I see the lady who invited me again? Maybe. I'm not in a huge hurry because I have other lady-shaped irons in the fire.
But first, a word about the Baltic Room to you non-locals and non-clubbers. It started out in the '90s as the hip, swank live music joint. It had a beautiful cherry wood bar - right in the middle of the space, so its feng shui and flow were crap. That's right: a shotgun dance floor. The place seems to have had its vicissitudes along with the rest of Seattle and the rest of the US. It may be less hip now, but on the third try they've finally arranged things right, with the bar - not quite as pretty, but not bad - against one wall and the dance floor opened up.
One unfortunate thing that I learned upon entering is that a certain person who's rightly persona non grata with several of my Gothier friends is usually a DJ at that night. (Luckily, he wasn't there last night.) The door folks' advice? Check the calendar if you want to come.
The crowd was a parallel Goth universe, with lots of pretty black-clad people that I didn't recognize from the Merc, Ceremony, or the Vogue (RIP).
There was, unusually, a live band last night, namely Sazerac Orchestra. Not bad, and they apparently listen to Balkan Beat Box. The lovely young blonde thing next to me said there are other such bands that play at the Russian cultural center on the Hill. You know where this is going: yet another gay Russian girl. Chatting with her about things of interest to gay and/or Russian girls was the highlight of my evening. I certainly wouldn't mind seeing her again, even if she does have a Ukranian (!) girlfriend.
Oh, will I see the lady who invited me again? Maybe. I'm not in a huge hurry because I have other lady-shaped irons in the fire.
