Had a pretty good stomp on at Dungeon last night – which is NOT closed, no matter what some souls at Evil Club Empire would like us all to believe. Courtney is doing a fab job, DJ’s were pretty good (a few abrupt mix shifts in the Goth Room) and they played just about every single song I love to dance to. I’d have stayed later, except the smoke machine was a little heavy on the Industrial floor and every time I’d really get a groove on, I’d start to hack and wheeze and turn blue. Because well, I still seem to be struggling with bronchitis, despite having taken my medicine like a very good Pirate. I’d like to go dancing more tonight, in fact, I have a VIP pass to HELL, but, it looks like the boy and I might take in a second showing of Serenity instead. Which, honestly, is probably more what my lungs would prefer anyway. Anyway, if you’re in the LA area on a Friday night, check out Dungeon at the AD (the old Probe) on Highland. Still going on and ECE free. Better DJs. Good crowd. All my crush boys were there, just as lickable as ever. Same old overpriced drinks and crappy bartenders. Same old dance floor creeps like Buzzy Boy. Blah, blah, blah.
All the product and post-club hair caused a slight melt down this morning, and resulted in about 6″ of hair being left on the floor of Supercuts after an I Hate My Hair snit. Still below the shoulders, go figure. I’m considering growing that 6″ back out, keeping it trimmed and donating it to Locks of Love next year along with another 6″ or so. I hated to just cut and not donate today, but it was so damaged that they wouldn’t have wanted it anyway.
Took youngest child and one of her homeschooling pals over to the duck pond yesterday afternoon and had a few nice hours spinning up some of the heathered wool I got from an_sceal lo these many months ago and then spun up a bit more before the club last night. I’m getting a really nice fingering to DK weight single out of it and I plan to Navajo ply it.
The week has included fiber, yarn and stomping. It can stay.