Girls Night!
In light of last Friday's development, wherein my coworker and I discovered that we both wanted to be friends outside of work but were too scared/insecure/stupid to make the leap, tonight I'm going to a concert with her and her roommate to semi-stalk a boy she's been pining over since she first saw him behind the register at the grocery store TWO YEARS AGO. Seriously. I'm told he has very sparkly eyes.
We're going to a club in North Beach, the name of which shall remain anonymous until tomorrow unless you can figure it out from the following clues, in which case you have fully earned your right to show up there and catch a glimpse of yours truly, you creep, you. (If you do want to say hi, though, make sure you mention you know me from the Internet; otherwise, I'll pretend I don't speak English and then I'll run away, arms and legs flailing, because although I'm by nature a loudmouth and a spaz and a bundle of opinions, I'm ridiculously shy in social situations when out of my element (where element = living room).)
So, the clues:
1. The name of the club makes me feel a little dirty.
2. I've heard it has wrought-iron chandeliers and red velvet couches and gold brocade, and a person wouldn't look out of place if he or she chose to arrive in a silk smoking jacket, ascot, and fez. (Oh, how I wish I could pull off red lipstick!)
3. Their website says, albeit somewhat vaguely, that I should be able to see a live nude girl swimming in a tank behind the bar. One can only hope.
Unlike my last concert-going experience, I plan to disregard any "no camera" policies and smuggle mine in, even if I have to hide it in my hair or bra. (Note to self: tease hair and get bigger boobs.)
I have to admit, I keep checking your site to get an update on last night -- pictures, a funny story, anything! :)
yeah me too
I wish I still lived in the bay area. I would definitley stalk you. In a harmless secret agent-y way of couse.