Went to an iQ party last night. What's an iQ party? Glad you asked. Read on...iQ & High Noon Saloon presents
iQ/indie Queer Night
DJs Tizzy, Nika, OCD Automatic - 9:00 / $5 cover / 18 and up/ $10 for ages 18-20
****Costumes highly encouraged, contest & prizes for best, worst, trashiest, etc...
Madison's 1st iQ DRAG DISCO raises money for the AIDS Network while contributing to the evolution of iQ parties. We are flying TIZZY in from NYC for this night of debauchery, drag & disco. OCD AUTOMATIC, iQ's resident DJ will be tearing it up with Madison's up and coming lady DJ, NIKA. Spread the word, get started on your costumes, iQ is changing it up in March for the 1st ever iQ DRAG DISCO @ the High Noon!!
They forgot to mention the perpetual loop of chicken fucking and expanding ass holes projected on the main stage courtesy of Pink Flamingos. Oy.
Anyway, Nika is this cute little 18 year-old DJ who has the mixing sensibilities of someone who's been doing it for far longer. Great, seamless blend of electronica, dance-rock, and 70's punk that inspired drags of drags to assemble like Voltron on the dance floor. It was a scene, man. One that I had difficulty joining.
The reoccurring role I seem to play at 'alternative' gatherings (like this one) is that of a voyeur. And it's not because I'm the straight guy scared of all the exposed nut sacks. (Been there, done that.) I just don't have the foggiest of how to assimilate in this culture. My baggy jeans don't for whatever reason compliment the slim fit of today's out-crowd.
Most of the time, I'm pretty confident in the social scene. My charisma makes up for any lack in the looks dept. And normally, I can expect at least some female attention. Last night, however, didn't give so much as a glance. And there were plenty of straight women about too. But to them I was Casper.
So I hugged the wall most of the night. Sulking in a glass of Maker's - straight. Occasionally I ventured a dance, but returned quickly; defeated from all the flailing.
The night ended with me opting out of a backseat gin invite with a couple of underage hotties. They didn't want me. They wanted my buddy I came with. Humiliated and humbled I retrieved my car and waited for him to finish.
Then I dropped him off. Then I put on some gangsta shit and drove home to the other side of town.
They forgot to mention the perpetual loop of chicken fucking and expanding ass holes projected on the main stage courtesy of Pink Flamingos. Oy.
Anyway, Nika is this cute little 18 year-old DJ who has the mixing sensibilities of someone who's been doing it for far longer. Great, seamless blend of electronica, dance-rock, and 70's punk that inspired drags of drags to assemble like Voltron on the dance floor. It was a scene, man. One that I had difficulty joining.
The reoccurring role I seem to play at 'alternative' gatherings (like this one) is that of a voyeur. And it's not because I'm the straight guy scared of all the exposed nut sacks. (Been there, done that.) I just don't have the foggiest of how to assimilate in this culture. My baggy jeans don't for whatever reason compliment the slim fit of today's out-crowd.
Most of the time, I'm pretty confident in the social scene. My charisma makes up for any lack in the looks dept. And normally, I can expect at least some female attention. Last night, however, didn't give so much as a glance. And there were plenty of straight women about too. But to them I was Casper.
So I hugged the wall most of the night. Sulking in a glass of Maker's - straight. Occasionally I ventured a dance, but returned quickly; defeated from all the flailing.
The night ended with me opting out of a backseat gin invite with a couple of underage hotties. They didn't want me. They wanted my buddy I came with. Humiliated and humbled I retrieved my car and waited for him to finish.
Then I dropped him off. Then I put on some gangsta shit and drove home to the other side of town.
3 comments:
Sounds like absolute hell. Nothing in that entire post sounds even remotely interesting, apart from perhaps the Maker's straight.
How old is your buddy? 18? Sounds like immediately removed from High School behavior.
You need to face the fact that you're getting old.
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING AT AN 18 AND UP CLUB?
What the hell's going on?
This buddy of yours. Does he do anything other than drunk 18yr old girls? Gay shit is right!
That's how I feel.
But good write up though.
Now I feel bad.
Hey, your night of hell was 10 times better than my night of drinking cheap whiskey at home and watching the History Channel.
You are a better person than I am.
Although that's true, I refuse to believe it.
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