Lipstick
I finally attended Lipstick last night at Old Ironsides in Sacramento. I was disappointed, to say the least. Although the DJ did play Pulp, Iggy Pop and Bjork; the majority of the music fell nowhere in the area of Britpop and was hardly danceable.



In this pic, Erik showed Miriah his hump shovel; she wasn't impressed. Her loss.



If it weren't from imkindasleepee, ghostmann and shes_a_giant, the club would have been complete ass. The faces were all weird. I'm convinced that the Sacramento Valley is some sort of genetic armpit. People were fat, ugly, devoid of rhythm or a combination of several unattractive traits. Granted, this doesn't make Sacramento full of "bad" people. No, the populace's attitude justifies THAT label. There is little sense of community, fraternity or decency in California's capital, but I've known that for quite some time.

I had the fortune of meeting some enjoyable folks last night: Amanda, Thomas, Tavis, and Lauren.

I enjoyed hanging out in the ghetto and watching a passing black man give away free cocaine. I was a bit scared, but the entertainment factor was terrific. A bunch of us were standing on a second-story balcony, watching passers-by. An Asian man and a black man were just underneath the patio when Thomas yelled, "Hey, it's my birthday!"

The black man beckoned. He told Thomas to go downstairs and get his surprise present. I refused to go down, so Erik accompanied the birthday boy to the street. They returned shortly and told us the man offered a line of cocaine (on the house) and $3 as a birthday gift. What a softee!

Thomas, who had never done a drug in his life, came upstairs looking like this.



I guess I was a quasi-hit at the party, talking comic books and sharing carrots, jerky and bottled water. Yeah, I know I'm not as cool as smokers and drinkers, but I provide vitamins and hydration to the needy.

Anyway, the pics are all in my Fotopic gallery.

At about 4:30 a.m., I left Thomas and Tavis's house and navigated through Sacramento to surprise nvisiblemonster. She was sleeping before her big day (exam, hair appointment, root canal), so I debated whether I should wake her. I chose to wake her anyway. I didn't mean to be selfish, but I wanted snuggles. First, she smiled and hugged me. Then, she freaked out about being kept awake. I don't remember what she did after that; I fell asleep.

Sorry if I f-ed up your test, Mary.