This was going to be a thread pit but I changed my mind.
You see, I just travelled 35 miles to go out dancing. I’ve been looking for something to do on my Monday nights off and I thought I’d found it. I searched high and low - the alternative weekly paper yielded nothing but finally, on a citysearch affiliated website, I found a club with a Black Monday.
I dressed up in all my Gothic splendor, made myself two shades paler than the living and drove the drive to Denver. For twenty minutes I drove round and round downtown Denver looking for a suitable parking spot. I finally found one and walked the several blocks through a not very palatable part of Denver to the club. It wasn’t OPEN! In fact, it wasn’t even the same club anymore. Cool.
What now? I was really chapped. As chapped as I can get about things this trivial. So I drove to the nearest cyber-cafe, Cafe Netherworld, and shot off a semi-nasty email to the errant webmaster of the page that I found the info on. That rat-bastard better update the site or I’ll sic the goth list on him. I have an image in my mind of a crowd of white faced, black clad Goths sulking him him to tears.
Oh well, Netherworld isn’t a bad place to be. I have nowhere else to go and I’m already in Denver,. I’m on my second Beam & Coke and I’m glad my friends wussed out me. At least I saved them the hassle. They have to work in the morning and I don’t so, really it’s just a bit of a disappointment, not a great tragedy.
Being on-line, I thought I’d share this mundane personal event.