Put your FAITH in me and I'll show you...
Jun. 26th, 2004 01:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
azuriteFinally, a very belated LiveJournal post Re: FAITH the other night.
For starters, FAITH is not permanently closed, as rumor had it... it's going to move to another, as-yet-undecided location! Or it might split into 3 different locations. In any case, the place it was up until now was HUGE (compared to the last club I was in, "Blind Tiger"), and very nicely decorated. Fred told me it never looked nearly as nice, but when you do go, you have to go out with a bang. :) Such is my plan, anyway.
I was late meeting Fred and his bf, Mike, at the Metreon, but they didn't seem to mind-- plus, FAITH turned out to be really close by! Being the dork I am, I overdressed (but I have low tolerance to cold!) and even brought PLEDGED, which Steph lent me. Thankfully, Mike had his car parked nearby, so I just left my jacket and book in there. I kept my small purse and light jacket; once the place got packed enough (and packed it did), I decided to just spend the $3 for coat check. THANKFULLY though, admission was cheap since we got there right when the place opened.
It was totally abandoned inside, but music was blasting in both the Trance/Dance/Whatever You'd Call It room, and the smaller, gothically-decorated Hip-Hop Room. I told Fred and Mike that the HHRoom could be the set for an episode of Buffy; they had pillars topped with Satan-face decorations and spiraling stairs...
Anyway, it finally picked up later; the HHRoom filled up first, so we all went there and danced. Yes, I danced to Hip-Hop. And the place was packed with people of all sorts of sizes, shapes and... well, duh, orientations. I wanted to ask Fred if what someone said (about it being a gay club) was true; it just happens that the place caters to young people, and most of them are either gay guys, straight girls, or the occasional bi (such as myself). I have to admit, I was a TEENSY bit overwhelmed with all the PDAing and dancing between the gay guys, but everyone was having so much fun and everything it kind of blended out like any other dance club scene.
The countdown to midnight --when La Bouche was supposed to perform-- started. Mostly more dancing (and in my case, getting elbowed or body-smacked by taller/larger dancers. No pity for the bi small white girl! Hmph) and the occasional run to the bathroom. Now, the bathroom was a story in and of itself.
You are greeted, upon entrance, with a mini-lounge area (benches with cushions, a phone, and a mirror covered...) with a GIANT sticky poster cut-out of Vitamin C. You remember her? She did the "Graduation (Friends Forever)" song that still brings a tear to my eye. :P And then there was the sink area with more mirrors, 3 broken paper towel machines, one soap dispenser and a whole crapload of pastel-colored umbrellas hanging from the ceilings. But it was decoration-- I think. We haven't had rain in the longest time, so I doubt they were there to stop leaks.
Anyway, the stalls (which only the grrls have) were down this dimly lit sort of corridor; only a few of them had doors though, and a few had crooked toilets! Still, it was better than Cinnabar Musical Theater's bathrooms... man, I still remember the size of those spiders... *shudder*
People didn't care if you were a guy or a girl and went into the girl's bathroom. No one screamed or said anything; guys were in there, waiting in line just like anyone else. Fred pointed out that they usually weren't "supposed to" go to the stall area, but no one cared. The guy's bathroom, next door (decked out with giant orca and dolphin pool toys hanging from the ceiling) smelled like every other guy's bathroom (and I know this because the smell of a guy's bathroom can permeate through floors and ceilings), so very few people seemed inclined to use it. Fred told me that they didn't have any doors in there, anyway.
I didn't see Paul, Vadim, and Hanley (from PMS) there, but I did run into Holly, and this other guy from Wash a while back (whose name I can't remember and didn't catch). Holly actually asked for my number, which was a cross between surprising and flattering. She asked the girl who was next to me in the bathroom line if I was with her. ^^; Okay, so I shouldn't be surprised; Holly *did* see Corinna and I "get married" at MayFest our senior year... Or hell, maybe I outright told her once that I was bi. I can't remember.
Every room --even the smaller HHRoom-- had cages. Yes, cages. And polls. The place --disguised as a North Beach Pizza-- easily could have been converted into a strip club. People climbed into the cages via ladders leaned against the walls, and people went phreaky, garnering attention from the crowds during particularly lively crowds. Towards the end of the night, the HHRoom cage had probably close to 8 people in there, maybe more. They were only about 3'x3', I'd estimate, but then, I didn't go into them (honest!).
Fast forward a bit... no one hits on me. I shouldn't have been surprised, but I guess I was half-hoping that some girl would come up and dance with me. Heck, I was actually looking for Holly to see where she was (and if she was WITH anyone)... But I still had loads of fun with Mike and Fred; they even sandwiched me for two or three dances. That was funny.
Come midnight, everyone is heading back into the larger Trance room, and thanks to Fred's "tall and imposing" stature, we wormed our way up to the front. There were some oddly dressed people (most people were in pretty normal clothes; there were roughly 6 or 7 people in the Dance room at any given time without any top on at all. Okay, they were all guys, but still) in red and black, and I thought *they* were La Bouche, but apparently not. And one person who looked like a cross between Gwen Stefani and a goth-punk rocker, if there is such a thing. And said person was a guy. I didn't believe it even AFTER I looked at his face.
Just a few minutes after the hour, a black dude with a tight orange top (and a rather obvious nipple piercing, I might add) came on-stage with a demi-prim black girl-- she had on a pinstriped dress suit and vest-- and a lacy red bra. We were so close to the stage at first that you could see the little fuzzy shmutzes on her bra. Yes, she had schmutzes. The Jew in me wanted to pick them off. :D
They did a bit of an introduction and got to singing-- I didn't know most of the songs, but I caught on pretty quick. I did know 2 of the songs, which I sang to (just like everyone else, so don't think I was being fangirly). One of them, the second-to-last song, is my favorite and the one song last recorded with Melanie Thornton before she died in a plane crash. The black girl taking her place I think is named Danae...? She had a FANTASTIC set of lungs on her, as she demonstrated on multiple occasions, hitting notes I didn't even realize were on the human range of hearing. Seriously, she was great.
There was no room to dance while La Bouche was there though. This one annoying guy was filming the thing, and made Fred, Mike, and myself back away so he had a row of space to walk in and film, but he didn't seem to care when other, shall we say "thicker" couples merged in and took up the space. Plus, there was a pair of guys who not only didn't seem to care that I was there, but they elbowed me numerous times without so much of a glance at me. I swear if I weren't so meek in unfamiliar settings, I would have stepped on their feet-- hard. But that was pretty commonplace in the club anyway... Later on, this particularly icky and annoying straight couple (loud, boisterous, annoying... and the guy was so sweaty, he kept sliming me) came next to us; I had to migrate to the left to avoid getting man-goo all over me. :P
By then, it was 1am; my feet were killing me from all the dancing (in truth, my feet didn't get stepped on all that much, but I *did* do a lot of dancing, and even Converse aren't going to stop you from foot pains), so I went to the bathroom to chill for a bit and grab some water. Fred and Mike went back into the still-throning HHRoom to dance; it was so packed that by the time I went to find them, I didn't stand a chance. I got supremely squished in every possible sense of the word; I did manage to make it up on the stage, but I couldn't spot Fred (even though he is super-tall). There were so many HUUUUGE (and by huge, I mean WIDE) people onstage, it was impossible *not* to get slimed/squished/elbowed. I gave up and hung around near the coat-check, just outside the HHRoom entrance.
A bit later on, the guys spotted me and we headed out after that-- Mike was nice enough to drop me off at his house, and I crashed and went to bed. And that is the story of FAITH. I had a rockin' good time, though I do wish I'd been able to afford a decent drink (hell, I wish I could have tried some of the alcoholic stuff, but they had security. And I should be happy about that-- I walked away from a club without getting hit on/laid or drunk! That's a very good thing!).
Today... I didn't do much. I slept in (foot and back pains, you understand), and woke up... and decided to start burning CDs. Loads of AMV CDs are now made, but I have a ways to go before I'm in "Computer Ready to Move" mode. I made a few more labels, but the crookedness is really annoying me. Stupid MediaFace. There's always this slim, crescent shaped white area on the bottom right. ;_; Between reading PLEDGED and trying to clean my room (I lacked inspiration), I started cleaning up the computer room... Once mom came home, I got her okay to move the unit itself under the table, and so now there's more room on the table for the printer (you can actually access the paper now!) and the CD-RW and USB hub. But the plugs are an annoying mess, as are all the cables and wires; plus there's not enough sockets for all the devices we have in here. Because it's a damn DINETTE! Most normal houses don't have damn dinettes...
Anyway, tomorrow is supposed to be some PRIDE event, I believe. I want to go because I *did* have fun at FAITH, plus I want to see Amber, since it's been too long. :) There's also Yu-Gi-Oh. But other than that, I'm broke; I've asked waaaaay too much money from my mom lately (IMHO; it might just be that her guilt tripping has gotten to me).
Speaking of the MOM unit, she has no sense of decency. And if anyone ever complains that I'm loud, I'm just going to say it's hereditary and I got it from her. And your imaginations can put two and two together and figure it out. I'm annoyed with her. And I bet Gary's going to be late for his flight to Minnesota tomorrow (if he is indeed flying).
Blech.
For starters, FAITH is not permanently closed, as rumor had it... it's going to move to another, as-yet-undecided location! Or it might split into 3 different locations. In any case, the place it was up until now was HUGE (compared to the last club I was in, "Blind Tiger"), and very nicely decorated. Fred told me it never looked nearly as nice, but when you do go, you have to go out with a bang. :) Such is my plan, anyway.
I was late meeting Fred and his bf, Mike, at the Metreon, but they didn't seem to mind-- plus, FAITH turned out to be really close by! Being the dork I am, I overdressed (but I have low tolerance to cold!) and even brought PLEDGED, which Steph lent me. Thankfully, Mike had his car parked nearby, so I just left my jacket and book in there. I kept my small purse and light jacket; once the place got packed enough (and packed it did), I decided to just spend the $3 for coat check. THANKFULLY though, admission was cheap since we got there right when the place opened.
It was totally abandoned inside, but music was blasting in both the Trance/Dance/Whatever You'd Call It room, and the smaller, gothically-decorated Hip-Hop Room. I told Fred and Mike that the HHRoom could be the set for an episode of Buffy; they had pillars topped with Satan-face decorations and spiraling stairs...
Anyway, it finally picked up later; the HHRoom filled up first, so we all went there and danced. Yes, I danced to Hip-Hop. And the place was packed with people of all sorts of sizes, shapes and... well, duh, orientations. I wanted to ask Fred if what someone said (about it being a gay club) was true; it just happens that the place caters to young people, and most of them are either gay guys, straight girls, or the occasional bi (such as myself). I have to admit, I was a TEENSY bit overwhelmed with all the PDAing and dancing between the gay guys, but everyone was having so much fun and everything it kind of blended out like any other dance club scene.
The countdown to midnight --when La Bouche was supposed to perform-- started. Mostly more dancing (and in my case, getting elbowed or body-smacked by taller/larger dancers. No pity for the bi small white girl! Hmph) and the occasional run to the bathroom. Now, the bathroom was a story in and of itself.
You are greeted, upon entrance, with a mini-lounge area (benches with cushions, a phone, and a mirror covered...) with a GIANT sticky poster cut-out of Vitamin C. You remember her? She did the "Graduation (Friends Forever)" song that still brings a tear to my eye. :P And then there was the sink area with more mirrors, 3 broken paper towel machines, one soap dispenser and a whole crapload of pastel-colored umbrellas hanging from the ceilings. But it was decoration-- I think. We haven't had rain in the longest time, so I doubt they were there to stop leaks.
Anyway, the stalls (which only the grrls have) were down this dimly lit sort of corridor; only a few of them had doors though, and a few had crooked toilets! Still, it was better than Cinnabar Musical Theater's bathrooms... man, I still remember the size of those spiders... *shudder*
People didn't care if you were a guy or a girl and went into the girl's bathroom. No one screamed or said anything; guys were in there, waiting in line just like anyone else. Fred pointed out that they usually weren't "supposed to" go to the stall area, but no one cared. The guy's bathroom, next door (decked out with giant orca and dolphin pool toys hanging from the ceiling) smelled like every other guy's bathroom (and I know this because the smell of a guy's bathroom can permeate through floors and ceilings), so very few people seemed inclined to use it. Fred told me that they didn't have any doors in there, anyway.
I didn't see Paul, Vadim, and Hanley (from PMS) there, but I did run into Holly, and this other guy from Wash a while back (whose name I can't remember and didn't catch). Holly actually asked for my number, which was a cross between surprising and flattering. She asked the girl who was next to me in the bathroom line if I was with her. ^^; Okay, so I shouldn't be surprised; Holly *did* see Corinna and I "get married" at MayFest our senior year... Or hell, maybe I outright told her once that I was bi. I can't remember.
Every room --even the smaller HHRoom-- had cages. Yes, cages. And polls. The place --disguised as a North Beach Pizza-- easily could have been converted into a strip club. People climbed into the cages via ladders leaned against the walls, and people went phreaky, garnering attention from the crowds during particularly lively crowds. Towards the end of the night, the HHRoom cage had probably close to 8 people in there, maybe more. They were only about 3'x3', I'd estimate, but then, I didn't go into them (honest!).
Fast forward a bit... no one hits on me. I shouldn't have been surprised, but I guess I was half-hoping that some girl would come up and dance with me. Heck, I was actually looking for Holly to see where she was (and if she was WITH anyone)... But I still had loads of fun with Mike and Fred; they even sandwiched me for two or three dances. That was funny.
Come midnight, everyone is heading back into the larger Trance room, and thanks to Fred's "tall and imposing" stature, we wormed our way up to the front. There were some oddly dressed people (most people were in pretty normal clothes; there were roughly 6 or 7 people in the Dance room at any given time without any top on at all. Okay, they were all guys, but still) in red and black, and I thought *they* were La Bouche, but apparently not. And one person who looked like a cross between Gwen Stefani and a goth-punk rocker, if there is such a thing. And said person was a guy. I didn't believe it even AFTER I looked at his face.
Just a few minutes after the hour, a black dude with a tight orange top (and a rather obvious nipple piercing, I might add) came on-stage with a demi-prim black girl-- she had on a pinstriped dress suit and vest-- and a lacy red bra. We were so close to the stage at first that you could see the little fuzzy shmutzes on her bra. Yes, she had schmutzes. The Jew in me wanted to pick them off. :D
They did a bit of an introduction and got to singing-- I didn't know most of the songs, but I caught on pretty quick. I did know 2 of the songs, which I sang to (just like everyone else, so don't think I was being fangirly). One of them, the second-to-last song, is my favorite and the one song last recorded with Melanie Thornton before she died in a plane crash. The black girl taking her place I think is named Danae...? She had a FANTASTIC set of lungs on her, as she demonstrated on multiple occasions, hitting notes I didn't even realize were on the human range of hearing. Seriously, she was great.
There was no room to dance while La Bouche was there though. This one annoying guy was filming the thing, and made Fred, Mike, and myself back away so he had a row of space to walk in and film, but he didn't seem to care when other, shall we say "thicker" couples merged in and took up the space. Plus, there was a pair of guys who not only didn't seem to care that I was there, but they elbowed me numerous times without so much of a glance at me. I swear if I weren't so meek in unfamiliar settings, I would have stepped on their feet-- hard. But that was pretty commonplace in the club anyway... Later on, this particularly icky and annoying straight couple (loud, boisterous, annoying... and the guy was so sweaty, he kept sliming me) came next to us; I had to migrate to the left to avoid getting man-goo all over me. :P
By then, it was 1am; my feet were killing me from all the dancing (in truth, my feet didn't get stepped on all that much, but I *did* do a lot of dancing, and even Converse aren't going to stop you from foot pains), so I went to the bathroom to chill for a bit and grab some water. Fred and Mike went back into the still-throning HHRoom to dance; it was so packed that by the time I went to find them, I didn't stand a chance. I got supremely squished in every possible sense of the word; I did manage to make it up on the stage, but I couldn't spot Fred (even though he is super-tall). There were so many HUUUUGE (and by huge, I mean WIDE) people onstage, it was impossible *not* to get slimed/squished/elbowed. I gave up and hung around near the coat-check, just outside the HHRoom entrance.
A bit later on, the guys spotted me and we headed out after that-- Mike was nice enough to drop me off at his house, and I crashed and went to bed. And that is the story of FAITH. I had a rockin' good time, though I do wish I'd been able to afford a decent drink (hell, I wish I could have tried some of the alcoholic stuff, but they had security. And I should be happy about that-- I walked away from a club without getting hit on/laid or drunk! That's a very good thing!).
Today... I didn't do much. I slept in (foot and back pains, you understand), and woke up... and decided to start burning CDs. Loads of AMV CDs are now made, but I have a ways to go before I'm in "Computer Ready to Move" mode. I made a few more labels, but the crookedness is really annoying me. Stupid MediaFace. There's always this slim, crescent shaped white area on the bottom right. ;_; Between reading PLEDGED and trying to clean my room (I lacked inspiration), I started cleaning up the computer room... Once mom came home, I got her okay to move the unit itself under the table, and so now there's more room on the table for the printer (you can actually access the paper now!) and the CD-RW and USB hub. But the plugs are an annoying mess, as are all the cables and wires; plus there's not enough sockets for all the devices we have in here. Because it's a damn DINETTE! Most normal houses don't have damn dinettes...
Anyway, tomorrow is supposed to be some PRIDE event, I believe. I want to go because I *did* have fun at FAITH, plus I want to see Amber, since it's been too long. :) There's also Yu-Gi-Oh. But other than that, I'm broke; I've asked waaaaay too much money from my mom lately (IMHO; it might just be that her guilt tripping has gotten to me).
Speaking of the MOM unit, she has no sense of decency. And if anyone ever complains that I'm loud, I'm just going to say it's hereditary and I got it from her. And your imaginations can put two and two together and figure it out. I'm annoyed with her. And I bet Gary's going to be late for his flight to Minnesota tomorrow (if he is indeed flying).
Blech.
