I hate those stupid bars where theres just like Tempurpedic mattresses just OUT there. I also dont need that living room thing going on which i wish as a trend would die cuz i can never go into them unless escorted properly. dozens of events have missed out on my presence cuz they say to just meet at a place like that. wtf? just go to an open area full of people and search for the ones that i know? fuck. that. i will be playing Super Nintendo with my Mac emulator instead, thank you.
The Abbey in West Hollywood -OR- some douche’s den in Sherman Oaks
There are a lot of the bed-bars in stupid Los Stupid-geles. It’s friggin creepy. i feel like im always joining someone elses party when i go to one of those places. its the …instant “you dont belong” thing for me. i end up just standing and hiding my internal frantic panic for security by closing my smoothly scanning the surroundings and doing that fake ass “cool guy” thing when i really just want to pinpoint my objective and go to THAT, not flail around in this shark pool of gayness. im worse than DiCaprio comin out of the bathroom in the Aviator. it’s pathetic.
Being a bit of a fish out of water anywhere, it’s necessary to bring my own water everywhere, so thus there’s not really any place I can feel OUT of place, but this is a kind of loophole weirdo exception since I can’t get to my destination to set up comfy-camp and if i cant see the finishline then i dont run the race.
It comes down to the simple rule that if i gotta walk in a crowded unfamiliar place with stuff already goin on and navigate through that mess to find people, im out. if i go in with someone or have like a “booth 14” kinda direction to go to then fine. otherwise i just get pissed that im not being announced by a guy in leggings who just blew a horn before curtains opened and i descended an elegant staircase with one arm flamboyantly lifted while everyone watches and comments on the high quality of my powdered wig.
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