Skaraoke do-see-do
Aug. 1st, 2002 02:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thedarksiren2Driving down west 130th toward Pearl, I saw Paisley Jamms walking a mongrel. New place, new space, new faces even. It was a work of art in the making...until I got there.
I went a-driving, dilly-dallying, wondering should I go home to make myself fabulous, or simply go as I was, after-work lazily-dressed. I chose to be lazy for a change.
I arrived roughly 10:30ish at Shadows in Parma. I wondered if Drew Carey would join me for a shot of jager or blackhaus. He was a no-show, as were the rest of anyone who might have been a possibility. I spent about an hour waiting in this all but empty bar in Parma-hell, drunken yuppie kidz wailing away on bad country songs...the book was horrid. I only knew a handful of songs, at best.
I found my blue skye, watched a kid slam his face into a wall on TV and decided I should go before it got ugly.
Off I drive, down down; well up actually, northern even. I felt kinda bad, thinking that mayhaps a certain![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sharpshinyclaws may show up after an X-invasion, but I just couldn't handle the situation any longer on my own. Sorry, sweetie. I hope you knew better.
I drove up, then an easterly turn onto Snow. Righty-tighty on Tiedeman...was I gonna drive onto 480 or go with the flow???
i wanted to just keep driving, no where in partcular. Just drive, like last night when I was heading towards my car after Porch Night. I had a total Forrest Gump moment. I thought, hey, maybe I should just keep walking, past my car, past Rocky River, beyond Westlake and the rest...it would go on and on and on. I have a li'l cash...I could make it to wherever I wanted to go!
I could be famous! A non-stop walker for some unsaid cause...people like that, you know. They like to guess, to believe that there is a reason for everything. But i would just wanna walk, like Forrest wanted to run.
The mystery is the most terrifying, you know.
So, I found my way eventually to Corky's in Lakewood. yeah, I got caught in the hole again. Not that it's a bad place, but it's rather like a whirlpool, sucking, swirling us all into it's lair...WHOOOSH!!!
Corky's. yeah.
Big John hosts Karaoke there on Wednesdays and Fridays. I haven't been in forever, and as I walked in, giving the host-with-the-most his bear-dawn Dawn huggin', lo and behold! A gorgeous blondie chicky approaches, and I am struck with familiarity without placement.
I HATE that!!!
So, I know I know her, pretty white teeth and smilings, li'l itty-bitty figure, blonde hair, blue eyed-marvel. Hrmm.
I notice she is much smaller than before, that I know. I say, "holy shite! Look at you, skinny-thang that you are!!!"
She blushes, explains the weight she's lost and how school is kicking her booty to the ground. She's going to be a physical therapist.
She asks my plan...I tell her. She promptly forgets, as I later learn. It's all good though because, well, she is a beautiful child in my shadows, and I have more control here.
AIM =cute sleepy boiz with agreeable tastebuds, BTW.
She invites me to her table, and John mentions that we should inviteskeletonking to join us here. But I have no cell-leash, nor her number. They will have to work it out.
I sit, meeting a Javier or a Jullian or something not-an-American name. I dunno. He is sitting with another Beautiful Child in my Shadow. I have nothing against them, oh no...it's rather nice to see them as they are...real people living in their own skins. Refreshment at last!!!
And then Sean sits down, and he asks me if I remember him.
OF course I do! I remember him buff, long-haired and admired by a certain Cedre Coe!
He laughs, blushes even. The drinking continues!
Anna...THAT was her name! Big John called out her name...her turn to sing. I place her...Evan...yes, that's who she dated, how I knew her. And his old roomie. hrmm.
She did "What's Going On" with drunken suave! I got up and sang songs about being quiet, hurt, yet all kinds of aggressive. Damn it felt good!
Oh, and Anna and I? We became drinking buddies, drooling, giggling, singing unabashed back-ups for some guy named Smokey on "In the Middle of the Night" by Billy Joel, and got louder and louder...Big John begged the crowd to ignore us! It was great!
For a moment, Anna was singing again, and Sean and I both wondered why in the six years we have been in *the scene* together we have never had a full conversation?? We tried, and failed due to noise-interference. Oh well.
Then I got up to sing another song about being Shh'd, and both Anna and Sean got up to do the goth-spooky swirly-dancing. I almost lost it! I of course yelled at them...dammit! they were looking up too much! Why didn't they know, after so many years, that you cannot look at anything other than the ground or the ceiling when you are goth-spooky swirly-dancing???
The night ended appropriately; Sean and Anna sang, "Elegantly Wasted" by INXS.
I got strange hugs and even a smooch on the cheek as we said our goodbyes. Sean will be guest-bartending tomorrow night at Corky's. I had a thought of going to the Revolution in Parma to see a certain Hugh-friend Dj, but he will most likely be done by the time I get home from work. So, I will prolly head out to Corky's and enjoy the new, fun space I have found, no matter how momentary it may or may not be.
I will do my best to try not to wonder about that too much. I just want to be smiley-silly for a bit.
I went a-driving, dilly-dallying, wondering should I go home to make myself fabulous, or simply go as I was, after-work lazily-dressed. I chose to be lazy for a change.
I arrived roughly 10:30ish at Shadows in Parma. I wondered if Drew Carey would join me for a shot of jager or blackhaus. He was a no-show, as were the rest of anyone who might have been a possibility. I spent about an hour waiting in this all but empty bar in Parma-hell, drunken yuppie kidz wailing away on bad country songs...the book was horrid. I only knew a handful of songs, at best.
I found my blue skye, watched a kid slam his face into a wall on TV and decided I should go before it got ugly.
Off I drive, down down; well up actually, northern even. I felt kinda bad, thinking that mayhaps a certain
sharpshinyclaws may show up after an X-invasion, but I just couldn't handle the situation any longer on my own. Sorry, sweetie. I hope you knew better.I drove up, then an easterly turn onto Snow. Righty-tighty on Tiedeman...was I gonna drive onto 480 or go with the flow???
i wanted to just keep driving, no where in partcular. Just drive, like last night when I was heading towards my car after Porch Night. I had a total Forrest Gump moment. I thought, hey, maybe I should just keep walking, past my car, past Rocky River, beyond Westlake and the rest...it would go on and on and on. I have a li'l cash...I could make it to wherever I wanted to go!
I could be famous! A non-stop walker for some unsaid cause...people like that, you know. They like to guess, to believe that there is a reason for everything. But i would just wanna walk, like Forrest wanted to run.
The mystery is the most terrifying, you know.
So, I found my way eventually to Corky's in Lakewood. yeah, I got caught in the hole again. Not that it's a bad place, but it's rather like a whirlpool, sucking, swirling us all into it's lair...WHOOOSH!!!
Corky's. yeah.
Big John hosts Karaoke there on Wednesdays and Fridays. I haven't been in forever, and as I walked in, giving the host-with-the-most his bear-dawn Dawn huggin', lo and behold! A gorgeous blondie chicky approaches, and I am struck with familiarity without placement.
I HATE that!!!
So, I know I know her, pretty white teeth and smilings, li'l itty-bitty figure, blonde hair, blue eyed-marvel. Hrmm.
I notice she is much smaller than before, that I know. I say, "holy shite! Look at you, skinny-thang that you are!!!"
She blushes, explains the weight she's lost and how school is kicking her booty to the ground. She's going to be a physical therapist.
She asks my plan...I tell her. She promptly forgets, as I later learn. It's all good though because, well, she is a beautiful child in my shadows, and I have more control here.
AIM =cute sleepy boiz with agreeable tastebuds, BTW.
She invites me to her table, and John mentions that we should invite
skeletonking to join us here. But I have no cell-leash, nor her number. They will have to work it out.I sit, meeting a Javier or a Jullian or something not-an-American name. I dunno. He is sitting with another Beautiful Child in my Shadow. I have nothing against them, oh no...it's rather nice to see them as they are...real people living in their own skins. Refreshment at last!!!
And then Sean sits down, and he asks me if I remember him.
OF course I do! I remember him buff, long-haired and admired by a certain Cedre Coe!
He laughs, blushes even. The drinking continues!
Anna...THAT was her name! Big John called out her name...her turn to sing. I place her...Evan...yes, that's who she dated, how I knew her. And his old roomie. hrmm.
She did "What's Going On" with drunken suave! I got up and sang songs about being quiet, hurt, yet all kinds of aggressive. Damn it felt good!
Oh, and Anna and I? We became drinking buddies, drooling, giggling, singing unabashed back-ups for some guy named Smokey on "In the Middle of the Night" by Billy Joel, and got louder and louder...Big John begged the crowd to ignore us! It was great!
For a moment, Anna was singing again, and Sean and I both wondered why in the six years we have been in *the scene* together we have never had a full conversation?? We tried, and failed due to noise-interference. Oh well.
Then I got up to sing another song about being Shh'd, and both Anna and Sean got up to do the goth-spooky swirly-dancing. I almost lost it! I of course yelled at them...dammit! they were looking up too much! Why didn't they know, after so many years, that you cannot look at anything other than the ground or the ceiling when you are goth-spooky swirly-dancing???
The night ended appropriately; Sean and Anna sang, "Elegantly Wasted" by INXS.
I got strange hugs and even a smooch on the cheek as we said our goodbyes. Sean will be guest-bartending tomorrow night at Corky's. I had a thought of going to the Revolution in Parma to see a certain Hugh-friend Dj, but he will most likely be done by the time I get home from work. So, I will prolly head out to Corky's and enjoy the new, fun space I have found, no matter how momentary it may or may not be.
I will do my best to try not to wonder about that too much. I just want to be smiley-silly for a bit.
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Date: 2002-08-01 04:34 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2002-08-02 06:45 am (UTC)LOL!
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Date: 2002-08-01 01:31 pm (UTC)You! Me! Stoli Vanil and Stuff!
We should meet. We should also take Zelda out for drinks sometime, j0.
I had a dream about you, Dawn . . .
Date: 2002-08-02 06:25 am (UTC)Ack! I need to write this one down...there was a lot of surrealism going on in this dream.
::thinks::