Friday night I went to a Goth Club, dressed as a Goth. It was magnificent. We walked in to a smoked out dance floor with lazers and a bunch of creatures, including a fat black lady wearing a maid outfit, goth dancing to bizarre techno remixes. The dancing was insane. Everyone slithered, crawled, gyrated and scratched at the night. It was unlike anything I've ever seen.
I literally would burst out laughing at times. Needless to say, I hit the dance floor pretty hard and let 'er rip.
Also, there was a nice flagellation room attached to the dance floor, where a bunch of half naked chicks wearing only nipple pasties and under wear were getting beat up by dudes with whips. There were chained to cages and the such, and there was shocking demonstrations, a general freak show basically.
Today, I went sailing with an Egyptian man named Yasir. He was an effin trip. Saw a bunch of dolphins rocking out in the water, buncha seals, buncha stuff. Then Yasir started talking about how he wanted to kill himself if he lived past the age of seventy. And then things got weird. He was talking about how he had planned out drowning himself with an anchor, and he wanted to wear scuba gear ot the bottom so he could see what was up as he sank into oblivion. Guy put a little too much thought into his own death for my comfort level. Should have gone to the Goth club with us.
Tonight, I went hog wild at a pool hall. Saw an awesome band perform, played pool, beat some dude bro. Then got embarassed by this fat dude with a bald head and ultra styled goatee. His name was Santo. He owned a billiards hall, and would just run the table, if you were lucky enough to have him miss once you better finish your rack or he'd take it to the house on his next turn. He'd embarrass his opponent then look at the chalk board that had the next opponent's name and yell it out, challenging his next unlucky couterpart to get a piece.
This weekend was RIDICULOUS.
Holler back at me.
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