I’ll get to today’s Bumbershoot recap tomorrow morning, after I’ve had a chance to sleep, but I wanted to get this up before it faded from my mind. After I came home from Bumbershoot today I was still pretty energized, so I decided to head on up to the Vogue. While I was there, I ended up dancing with a girl who I’d never seen there before. After a couple songs, we headed outside to get a breath of cool air.
“So,” I asked, “What’s your name?”
“Faith, and yours?”
“Michael.”
“Ah.”
And there was a pause, as she studied me through slit eyes, with a slight grin on her face.
“And what’s that look for?” I asked.
“Just thoughts running through my head.”
“I see. Thoughts I should inquire about, or should I just leave well enough alone?”
“That just depends on what you’re in to.”
I laughed. “That is so open ended.”
“I know, isn’t it?” she said. “I love open ended questions. I’m the queen of mystery.”
“I see,” I said, and studied her for a moment. “We’ll just have to leave that to mystery then, won’t we?”
Another long pause, and then she gave an exasperated little laugh, and turned to the bouncer. “Could he be any more smooth?”
It was beautiful.
Of course, once she said that, I cracked up and bounced around like a giddy schoolboy, thus completely shattering the illusion — but it was good while it lasted.
And then, to top it all off, what better way to end a night of gothic and industrial dance music than with 80’s one-hit-wonder Buster Poindexter’s “Hot! Hot! Hot!” It was a wonderful thing.
sounds like you had a nice night, but for some reason this post just makes me remember some things. ike the new site that you have…as i have been dead to the light of the internet since like 2/03.