Of spandex and mosh pits

So way back a month ago, I decided it was time for me to branch out of my "comfort zone".

Which meant it was time I went to my very first goth club. Off Crenshaw.

We parked in some store parking lot and this random dude insists it's like $5 to park. Naturally I start off the night by arguing with him, saying he could be ANY random guy just asking for $5, like don't we get a ticket or something? And it doesn't say it's a paid lot! Well he threatened to tow in whatever broken English so we decided to just pay up rather than risk being stranded in the ghetto ("..innn the ghhetttooo!")

I had a complete blast, loved it, and would go back in a heartbeat (much props to Justin and Sarah for putting up with my prepster-ass). I texted a billion people during the night, fortunately Carrie saved my texts. Here's what i wrote:

This will be a blog entry…egads.

[I’m wearing red and black.]

Goth people are white. They have only white blond hair or jet black.

Goth people can’t dance worth sh1t. I’m like, a frickin’ ballet dancer next to them.

Seriously. Serrriously. Two drinks and two shot later and I’m not dr*nk and a guy with an eye patch just hit on me. What the…

There’s two hotter guys here…Sarah and I scoped them out. I think one is g@y.

Goth people like being anti-establishment by wearing lots of embellishments.

I’m dancing all hip hop in a goth club.

I dropped my lip balm.

Oh sh1t…Justin’s in a mosh pit. I haven’t seen a mosh pit in ten years. I’m so old!

Please remind me for the blog that goth bands think they know German.
This one actually really bugged me, like that night I felt I needed to represent for Austrians or something...1/2 austrian represent!

And remind me they all have Macs.

Some guy is wearing spandex, goggles, and fish fins on his back.

Remind me that goth kids put bandanas around their face like it’s the apocalypse.

Effing guy with an eye patch is all over this ish. I don’t “do” guys with one eye!

Damn, Sarah deserves an award for putting up with my ass all night!

When we got back to the car, the pseudo-attendant was still there. I guess he was legit.