Spring forward into 40 F weather

This weekend was what some could call "red-letter". Not only did I actually go out on a Friday night, but I also, oh yes, saw Sin City, which was *fawesome*. My love for Bruce Willis has been reinstated and I totally want to be a hooker. But only one with semi automatic weapons and properly costumey ho clothing. One of them was dressed as Zorro!!!! She died I think...

Anyway, post Sin City, I was invited to a gay bar called Manray, which is located in Central Square. I have never been to Manray, but many of my gay friends have frequented their establishment, so I felt inclined to be one of the crowd and check it out. Needless to say, I was only going to go if I convinced Lola to go. Check. And if I didn't look like the crap I did for the movie. Check. So, in the pouring rain I made my way to what can only be described as an "eclectic" dance hall. The inside of it was like a bitter sweet marriage between preppy and reasonably attractive gay men and goth people. I don't know what the goth people are doing there or how they coexist, but they were kind of all over and I feel like there was another room I didn't go into where they could be suitably dismissive of pop culture. Anyway, after some nice dancing and intense fear that my top would just fly off of my newly tiny boobal region (curse you, exercise!!!), there was some subpar lip synching from a woman who desperately needed a bra and some superb dancing by the DJ Misery, who can do amazing high kicks and splits in 4-inch heels. I was in awe. I also think that DJ Misery is a man, but, honestly, I think it can be argued otherwise.

Which brings me to my next question. How come I only look attractive when there's no one around that cares? I mean, Lola kinda cares in the sense that she knows that I care, but I feel firmly that other than general friends looking out for other friends, I pretty much look good around people who could care less and bad around everyone else. Speaking of which, I don't know if anyone remembers a previous post I had about a temp at work hitting on me. Well, to refresh your memory, some guy did and I was not pleased. Not interested in preppy 30 year olds with ponytails who liked Buffy the Vampire Slayer more than I did. Yeah, not attractive. After receiving his number on a perforated paper business card, I expressed a general "Um, okay!" Of course I never called him. But guess who I managed to come across as I was walking home Friday? In all of Boston, even within Cambridge and Somerville, the likelyhood I would be on the same street corner at the same time on the same day is so very low. Thank God I have amazingly bad luck. Incidentally, it was the most awkward 10 minutes of my life, which the exception of that one time.