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friday night.
Jan. 5th, 2002 02:15 pm"Well I ended up going to a gaming con in Framingham MA (boring), then to ManRay in Boston (fun), then to South Station Diner(fun but overcrowded) with [C] (whom I had met up with at ManRay), Then drove home arriving at 5am and passed out til12:45pm.
The gaming con was all ppl at least mid-thirties or older (except for the person who had invited me, who showed up litterally as I was leaving), and were not only not into RPGs but spent a long while making nasty comments about them and the ppl who played them. The guy had the most disturbing house, the entire places is packed with stuffed animals. They are everywhere, on the walls, on shelves on the beams for the ceilings, everywhere.
ManRay was fun, it was fetish night though which meant a very different atmosphere then the Goth nights I usually got to at clubs. The theory I created for this was that Goth nights are focused on the music so it's a lot of ppl come together to enjoy listening and dancing to the music, and a fetish night is about sex, and the ppl come together (umm, not that way, eww) to be sexy at/for/to/with each other. Very different vibes. Also, fashion tips for the evening. Men over fifty should not wear only a leather vest and g-string posing pouch, especially if they can't even fill it. Also, lace teddie top with spagetti straps, black fishnet stockings and a skin-color g-string is a bad combo, doubly so if you are a guy in your 20's. An inordinate number of the crossdressers there also seem to have bought their wigs from Al's Discount Badly Electrocuted Vermin Wig Supply House.
The conclusion reached at the diner is that lots of people have little social skills, this is made much worse if they have been drinking. Also, if you need to smite someone for standing so close to you that you don't have room to move you arm to eat, use your spoon from your drink, because a )you won't be needing it immediately to finish your meal, and b) if you smite someone with a spoon, they won't soon forget it. Two guys tried to slide into our seats as we left, dipite there being a very long line. When the hostess asked if they had already been sitting there we told her they hadn't at which point one of them started repeatedly yelling 'You're a Bitch!' at me. It was highly amusing since every time he said it I responded with 'Whatever dude.' You'd think after the seventh or eighth time he said it with no reaction he'd switch to another tactic or insult. [C] and I stopped for a goodbye kiss by her car. The guys from inside came out and as they got into his car the guy shouted 'Your wife, and you're a bitch!' (which I responded to with 'She's not my wife, and whatever dude.'). At least his friend was more interesting, he insulted me in rhyme (I can't now recall exactly what he said though)."
The gaming con was all ppl at least mid-thirties or older (except for the person who had invited me, who showed up litterally as I was leaving), and were not only not into RPGs but spent a long while making nasty comments about them and the ppl who played them. The guy had the most disturbing house, the entire places is packed with stuffed animals. They are everywhere, on the walls, on shelves on the beams for the ceilings, everywhere.
ManRay was fun, it was fetish night though which meant a very different atmosphere then the Goth nights I usually got to at clubs. The theory I created for this was that Goth nights are focused on the music so it's a lot of ppl come together to enjoy listening and dancing to the music, and a fetish night is about sex, and the ppl come together (umm, not that way, eww) to be sexy at/for/to/with each other. Very different vibes. Also, fashion tips for the evening. Men over fifty should not wear only a leather vest and g-string posing pouch, especially if they can't even fill it. Also, lace teddie top with spagetti straps, black fishnet stockings and a skin-color g-string is a bad combo, doubly so if you are a guy in your 20's. An inordinate number of the crossdressers there also seem to have bought their wigs from Al's Discount Badly Electrocuted Vermin Wig Supply House.
The conclusion reached at the diner is that lots of people have little social skills, this is made much worse if they have been drinking. Also, if you need to smite someone for standing so close to you that you don't have room to move you arm to eat, use your spoon from your drink, because a )you won't be needing it immediately to finish your meal, and b) if you smite someone with a spoon, they won't soon forget it. Two guys tried to slide into our seats as we left, dipite there being a very long line. When the hostess asked if they had already been sitting there we told her they hadn't at which point one of them started repeatedly yelling 'You're a Bitch!' at me. It was highly amusing since every time he said it I responded with 'Whatever dude.' You'd think after the seventh or eighth time he said it with no reaction he'd switch to another tactic or insult. [C] and I stopped for a goodbye kiss by her car. The guys from inside came out and as they got into his car the guy shouted 'Your wife, and you're a bitch!' (which I responded to with 'She's not my wife, and whatever dude.'). At least his friend was more interesting, he insulted me in rhyme (I can't now recall exactly what he said though)."
