We hung out with Jeremy and decided to exercise a lot by walking around town to dance events. The night before thanksgiving is a huge party night because so many people don't have to work in the morning.
First we went to Skateland on East Ferry for a techno skate party. The ring was pretty cool but the wood track was much less upkept than rainbow rink. The layout was nice. They had an adult ring and a kids ring with a concession area in between.
Based on the thousands of pictures on the wall, spanning the last 4 decades, I think we may have been among some of the only white people to ever set foot inside this place. That is if I even count
(e:paul,46788). I couldn't decide if that made it progressive or if it was some sort of gentrification issue because it didn't appear to be a blending of new people in an existing space with the existing crowd but more of a complete takeover.
Generally, I enjoyed it until the end when I saw some women go up to the door man to say what a great time they had.
He started to tell a story about how he was the bodyguard for Luther Vandross until Luther told him he wanted to become a woman and then he went onto this tirade about how god wanted him to be a man not a woman and how terrible queer people are.
It was definately the wrong crowd for that. The women started arguing with him about how love is love.
He said he doesn't understand why we can't just put them gays on an island somewhere so they wouldn't bother him and could keep to themselves. At that point I decided he was not worth my time to argue with him and how this idea of geographical boundaries for different groups of people would allow me to leave the metaphorical island I was on and cross main street river where I wouldn't even have to recognize that people like him exist.
The last thing I heard him say as I was leaving was how two gay men are like two dogs fighting but two lesbians are like two kittens fighting over a rose on a silk blanket. Whatever the fuck that means. Straight men's acceptance of lesbians as some sort of straight man sexual fantasy confuses me so much.
After that we walked home to wash our feet because the skates stank so bad, they don't even spray them. Then we walked to Milkies on elmwood and Utica for a dance party. Most of the music was great and the wooden dance floor is pretty cool, we danced till about 3am when the music turned into a combo of dubstep and death metal.
My only reservation with Milkies is that place makes me mega allergic. I think it's once people start dancing on the carpet it releases the dust and mold spores from all the spilled drinks. At least that is my theory. Maybe just a lot of cat hair people showed up. It got so bad I needed an inhaler by the next morning.
Afterwards we hit up Lloyd and I had the big Lloyds burrito. It tastes so damn good. At least it did at the moment. It's basically a beef burrito with pickles, onions and a sauce that tastes very much like whatever they put on a big mac.
Congrats to them ( I am so Far behind ) That fortune is so funny :)