Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Going to Club..and things we used to do


Back in the day, ok back when we were around old friends in San Diego the dh and I would occasionally got to club. Specifically Sabbat. It was only once a month because it was a goth club. Why goth? Well I suppose that was kind of a drag over from high school days. Hell all of our friends are from high school. I was goth before the style was even called goth. In San Diego we were called "Darkies", I know in the south that phrase probably means something totally different. The dh was not goth but his very good friend was, plus they both had a thing for those morbid chicks. Well lets face it, most men love that short school girl skirts, tight corsets, thigh high stockings, garter belts, yeah, well, it's all about visuals for boys right? So now you get to know a little bit more about the darker side of me, too bad there are very very few pictures in existence. If you're really nice and pop over to the hubbies blog you may be able to beg him to dig out one. Because there may be one I just don't own them. Not that I know of at least. I think I have a picture in an old year book of mine but it's only a head shot realy. Freshman year of high school, no really, it was one of those stranger year book photos. Maybe I can dig up that one and scan it in. We'll see. Other wise ya'll will have to resort to harassing the dh because he mentioned not 3 days ago finding that old (terrible) Sabbat photo very recently.

Anyway every few days I flip through the San Diego newspaper online to keep up with the news out there (plus their newspaper is just so much better than our local one that just sucks big wiener dogs) and their entertainment section was spotlighting Sabbat. I noticed that it is now the 2nd and 5th Saturdays of every month which is more often than it used to be. It used to be only 1 Saturday a month. Hey, it's a goth club, we were lucky to be able to have one at all. It is kind of a traveling goth club at that, kicked out of the last place it was residing due to clashing personalities. The woman who runs it leases the space from the regular club. In San Diego the club it is at is The Flame which is a gay/lesbian club. When I last went is was more of a lesbian club. Before that it was at another gay club that was more predominantly male. I think I liked that one more. The lesbians seem more like they have something to prove, less relaxed than the guys. Now mind you there's still some animosity there towards the goth crowd and the gay crowd. On Sabbat night. On Sabbat night you'll see the regulars come up sometimes and they'll be like "Aw is it goth night? Damn it!" and turn and go away to another club. It's just not where they want to hang.

Hence the transient goth club, there's not enough of the goths to warrant a stand alone club but there's enough of them to get a good crowd one or 2 nights a month. And there's a good crowd. Go to a larger city like say LA or NY or even Austin probably and you'll get a stand alone club. San Diego, not yet. San Antonio, I wouldn't even bother. Plus the only real reason we went was to hang out with friends and make fun of the people. Man were there some funny looking people that went to these things. Oh and lots of people wearing spandex that shouldn't be. Oh yeah and fashion faux pas? Yeah that happened a lot. And several things that I'm sure were not legal to wear in public so they had to come in under long coats only to be shed at the coat check. It was one of the few places I was able to convince the dh to wear a mesh shirt to. He still hates that thing but I liked it on him so he would wear it for me. Don't expect to find any pictures of me in anything risque, there are none. There may be some in my closet but I did not wear them to club. My dad would watch the kid on the nights we went out and he was terrible about getting her to bed. Half the time we'd get home and he'd be totally asleep on the couch and she'd be bouncing off the walls. Yup, that's my dad. Love him to death but disciplinarian he was not. So we could wear strange but not risque. There is a fine line and we did not cross it. I still remember the first day the dh wore his kilt, the dd was like 3 years old and she comes up to him and lifts up his kilt to check what was under it. You do know what the difference is between a skirt and a kilt right? Well if you're Irish the difference is you wear underwear under a skirt. Alright then, now you know.

6 comments:

Jamie said...

Ok I don't think I can look at a man in a kilt the same anymore!

MichelleSG said...

Oh it's the blue string you have to watch out for. If you ever go to a Renaissance Faire stay away from the blue string hanging down from under that kilt. Trust me on this one...

m0to said...

That just means he won first prize!!!

m0to said...

I thought about getting one of those utility kilts but I think I'd just look ridiculous in it. One of the guys I mt bike with uses his to get changed. Brilliant actually.

MichelleSG said...

Jas honey if Ben can wear one anyone can, really now. I don't see why you don't have one. I see you in the olive color. B and Ben have black don't they? Well Ben have have a sand color too but I think your complexion would do best in the olive.

CL-Meister said...

I have to say I always wanted to "go goth", if only for a night. Problem is: I'm too big a guy for it. Too burly, you know? Goths gotta be skinny to really pull that look off. At least that is my ridiculous opinion.