THE REPUBLIC

So last night I thought I would check out the republic since I somehow got affiliated on facebook and continue to get invitations to their new and wonderful glittery parties promising good times and good music. Upon arriving I was sorely made aware of the reality of the situation, if I'm planning to have a fresh fine vigorously frisky night of dancing and all round goodness, its not going to happen here in the greasy semen caked janus of the night club scene. Male strip club by day turned hipster dive bar by night (late night) it takes a special kind of person to slip into ease in such a dubious environment. If the glowing plastic male torsos hanging subtly on the walls don't get you, perhaps the weird hunchback and red Indian statue/shrine/memorial thing barely a meter from your head to the left of the bar will catch you off guard. Then again, while the idea of navigating through strip poles with images of all the manor of sweat soaked taught male ass that has been grinding up and down them incessantly for years compounding layer upon layer of salty juices swimming in your head while they play the same music they played only hours earlier to these skimpy clad icons and their amorous audience of god only knows what odious and shady types that leaked from the cracks in the pavement, dark corners, or the trap door, might be your thing, it is however, not mine. I set up shop in one of the booths towards the back of the room to relax with my shitty tasting vodka concoction and surveyed the mass of twitching scenesters before me. I don't really want to go into detail all I can say is I know a few people shaking their head right now thinking they warned me. How foolish I was to have expectations of anything but an utter mess. The bar tender was 50 and had long hair topped with a cowboy hat, I SAW A TRANNY IN A NECK BRACE, people were touching, nay, swinging! around the poles with glimmers of glee in their eyes behind their trendy haircut. My departure was swift and upon arriving home I insisted my compadres and I strip, hose, and delouse before entering the house, the evening leaving me feeling quite disheveled. But, if that's your thing, thats cool, at least its happening in a discrete part of town.

THE BLOG

So, I've decided to try the whole blog thing again since I'm on holidays (too much time on my hands) and I like to think that what I have to say might be of some modicum of interest to another. However, I'm not really bothered if this never reaches the eyes of anyone other than myself and probably my mum - whom, for some one of her generation, has a remarkable skill for e-stalking the shit out of me. I am aware that most of the things I bring up in this blog that don't involve what I had to eat that day have probably popped up in some other far more cutting-edge blog weeks if not years prior to mine so please try to avoid reiterating this to me (it hurts). Thusly so, I like to think that my blog is for those of a like minded demeanor; a sort of head in the clouds, not too concerned with anything kind of indifference with life that has worked well enough for me for as long as I can remember - which unfortunately is not an exceptionally long period of time due to unforeseen circumstances which lead to a mild dose of brain damage, tragic, I'll tell you about it sometime. Until then let's sit pretty and await whatever wonderful things compel me to write next.