2 posts tagged “moses”

I love that, despite deciding to dress casual (I wore pajamas), I changed outfits 4 times - solely because I wanted to have on decent looking underwear in case I decided to go pantless again. (I didn't.) I'm pretty sure that most people don't base their clubwear decisions on whether or not they'll actually be keeping the clothes ON at the club. But that's part of the appeal of Miss Kitty's!!

When I arrived, there was a huge line of people trying to beat the 10pm admission increase. I just barely made it - with enough time (2 min?) to order a couple $1 drink specials (gin. which, thankfully, also stopped at 10p). I met a fun/nice costumed couple. She was wearing a very cute but basic "burlesque" outfit (corset, poofy skirt, fishnets) but he looked like Snidely Whiplash. I kept calling him that and he had NO idea what I was talking about. Curses, foiled again!

I also met a cute young guy named Phoenix and drank with him for a bit till his friends spied him and he went wandering. Einstein's friend, Navid found me and we were talking for awhile. He's a REALLY nice guy. Out of Einstein's entire entourage, I think I now enjoy Navid the best - he's smart, fun, and has an amusing combo of hardcore lust & total respect for women (visually oogles but never touches). Einstein came up a bit later and we made nice after December's biting incident - though I warned him, very seriously, that if he tried it again I'd kick his ass. Turns out he was drunk that night and, unbeknown to me, has a reputation for aggressive biting when drunk. Still not cool but at least now I know why it happened.

The shows were interesting. In looking back, I realize that they weren't as sexually blatant as usual - and that the guys mostly stayed entirely clothed. I wonder if part of the reason for the shutdown of the prior version of the club was that they got in trouble for simulated sex acts (I don't know the legal "line in the sand" on that topic). But it was nice because everyone looked so good (I'm still in love with Christos). For the shows, the lighting & sound were done to create the effect of watching old movies - the first being 2 women fighting over Moses; then repeated with alcohol added. Very amusing. Moses was "teh HAAAWWWWT" during that one!!

Then the wonderful Mother-Fing Miss Kitty said a mother-Fing hello ("motherfuckers" is every other word out of her mouth). It was fantastic to see her again!! She looked really good and appeared to be having a good time (something missing from her last appearances).

After that, they were offering lap dances on the side stage but Moses wasn't one of the dancers so I skipped it. The 2nd side stage had some kind of bizarre "art class with birds" theme to it - bird cages hanging from the ceiling, people wearing bird masks and posing while other cast members pretending to sketch them. I didn't get it and moved on.

The 2nd dance floor/room featured the "photo booth" - which turned out to be a nice backdrop with a professional photographer taking pics for the website (looked like there will be some really good ones). And the other wall had a woman-in-her-dressing-room performance going on. It was visually impressive but got boring fast.

I moved on to the patio so I could sit for a bit - though not before flashing tit to "Blinkie Light Dave" (he gives away stretchy rubber blinky light rings all night - though girls usually have to remove them from his penis). In appreciation, he put some glittery lip stickers around my nipple - so I showed it off for the rest of the night.

The patio featured great old (20s-40s) music but I think I was the only person who could appreciate it. I made a new friend, "Slave Dave", who was wearing little more than a g-string, full-body fishnet stocking, vibrating glove and some kind of ball vibrator (yeah, I felt it - what of it?). Over his left nipple, he had a tattoo that said "PINCH" with a little arrow going to the nipple. So I did. Then balanced out on the right. Then put on him, and pulled off, his nipple clamps. Then spanked his ass a whole bunch of times cause he was into it and I didn't have anything better to do.

I eventually headed back to the main room. My mass consumption of alcohol had nicely obliterated all the physical pain I was in from working out earlier (seriously, I could barely walk) - and the music was great, so I became a dance fiend. No partner - except when Einstein would find me and grind on me. But, otherwise, I was just grooving wherever I could find room.

The 2nd show starred... "Prince Poppycock" - or something like that. A guy in full white wig and european "romance era" outfit pranced on to stage and I had no idea what to expect. Well, blow me away - the guy belted out Figaro (you know, the opera), in Italian, WHILE STRIPPING. (Gawd, I've seen some interesting stuff in my life!) His singing was AMAZING... it was stunning to realize it was really him, not a recording.

After that, there was a costume contest - which "Snidley Whiplash" and his girlfriend were in (but didn't win). I didn't watch the end of that - preferring to return to the patio for more nonsense out there. There was a guy in a "radioactive polar bear" jacket (long white fake fur with some kind of light element so the whole thing glowed greenish), and several women who do corset training (20" waists and sporting real corsets). I met a really gorgeous & friendly chick but she quickly hooked up with another chick - and some guy took her spot. I was teasing him about being so drunk that he couldn't operate txt msg-ing (true story) which he took to mean that I wanted to have sex. So, after some more quick spanks of Slave Dave, I made a hasty retreat back to the anonymity of the dance floor.

I ran into "Julie" - a transvestite I met about a year ago. She's really nice but, like so many others, misunderstands my complete acceptance of her persona to mean I'm into her (she likes women). I'm not. I'm just friendly.

That was at about 1:30 so, rather than deal with more Einstein and the flirtations of a drunk transvestite, I decided to go home. I woke up around 6a to what I think was MeowMeow Kitty crying inside my house, meaning s/he had been indoors all night. But I was too tired to actually get up and look. Around 8a, I let the cats out and later heard Espressa hissing at MeowMeow and I'm certain s/he eventually came inside to steal some food. But I was still too tired to care.

My back & knee are both killing me now so I've done little more than have some food and return to bed (no hangover, I don't get them. I'm just tired & sore). I'll probably do some laundry, maybe run some errands (pedicure?), but it looks like this day is going to be mostly vegetative.

Took way too long to get ready for Miss Kitty's. Finally got on the road at 10:30p (I wanted to be at the club by 10) and hit MAJOR traffic problems. First, a 6-car accident at a freeway interchange. Then, where one freeway splits to 3 freeways - and with way more traffic than usual (first weekend that EVERYONE is out of school) - the left 1/2 of the 6-lane freeway was closed at a crucial spot, creating a horrendous jam. Then, at the very last second, the left lanes reopened right before the 2 middle lanes were closed. THEN, because that wasn't enough, a game at Dodger Stadium apparently just ended so there were a gazillion cars trying to merge in downtown LA. A drive that usually takes me 35 min took closer to 1.5 hrs.

Cezar was at the club and super hyper while I was super stressed about finding Kim - which was super annoying (to each of us). I slammed one drink back - no effect. I searched for Kim for about 20 min before we found each other - and I promptly slammed 2 more drinks.

I finally mellowed but the crowd was strange so things still felt a bit off. Not bad. Not "ohhh... you look strange [in a good way]". Just strange as in not the usual crowd... and surprisingly low turnout (last year was packed). Miss Kitty was there (she's been MIA a LOT lately). She put on a good face but didn't really seem to be enjoying herself.

There was an interesting erotic art exhibit. I caught 1 main stage show that was fun (though predictable - all "bob fosse" burlesque... which is just so "seen it!"). Kim stripped Cezar down to his undies on the dance floor (even took off his shoes). I later apologized to a VERY pissy security guard - explaining it was not Cezar's fault that he was shirtless (he had shoes & pants back on by that time) and still wonder what the problem was since both guys & girls go shirtless there all the time.

Didn't get any of the free champagne. Seriously thought I could have done a better job in the "best ass" contest - despite definitely not having the best ass (at least I would have known to 'work it' on stage). Had probs with a younger guy (first timer) who was waaaaaay too into me and had about ZERO seduction skill. Was bored by the side stage shows. Confirmed that a guy wearing a kilt really didn't have anything on under it (yea!).

I saw "Einstein" and asked what he was doing there - cause I know his back is majorly f'ed up and he's supposed to be taking it easy. He was weird because he was there with a date and concerned that I would be bothered. Later, I had a good laugh when I was sitting with Einstein's friend on the patio: Einstein and his date came and sat down by us. Not wanting to screw up the date, I acted like I had just met the friend and didn't know Einstein. The chick seemed oblivous but I couldn't help noticing that the entire time she was trying to talk to him, Einstein was staring at me. Good times!

Then there was some random dancing - with Kim, with Cezar, by myself, with the annoying "into me" younger guy; and lots of work to get the younger guy off of me again; and much internal debate about leaving cause everything was strange and not very interesting and I had lost both Kim & Cezar.

Then Moses (part of the Miss Kitty's cast) was on one of the side stages, giving out bits of birthday cake. So I licked some off his fingers. Then licked some more off his fingers - which took a really loooooong time, and lots of tongue work, despite the itty bit of frosting, cause - ya know - I've gotta be thorough. Then I convinced Moses to let me lick some frosting off his... naughty bits... again being sure to be thorough... which was pretty much worth the price of admission!! (soooo pretty - and pierced!) Then Kim was there and she licked frosting off a big knife (I think that's gonna be on the website) and Moses' fingers. Well, I wasn't gonna be outdone (F that!!) so I had to get back in the game - and we both licked frosting off Moses' fingers, and each other.

While I was wiping frosting off my face, Einstein started rubbing up on me. I asked where his date went. He led me off to a private area - his date apparently having left already. He was really concerned that I might be jealous - even though I repeatedly told him I was not ("I don't DO jealousy!"). He also made a point of telling me to stop talking negative about my body because he felt I looked REALLY good. (I have high self esteem but low body image - which I still believe is with good cause - despite being willing to dress like I think I'm all that.) There was some making out. There were hands in naughtly places. There were breastesses that would have been exposed if not for the mouth on them. All the usually good, clean, Miss Kitty's fun. [they should have a soap/suds party there - that would be fun!!] 

Then it was closing time. Einstein talked to me while waiting to reconnect with his friend/ride. I was talking to Kim and her hubby while they waited for their car. All was good - except Kim was REALLY trashed. And she confused Einstein with "C". And she doesn't know I'm over C's psycho episode from last Dec. And she's EXTREMELY protective. So, pretty much out of the blue, she punched Einstein in the gut.

I LOVE knowing I have a friend who's protective of me. I HATE that I can't get her to understand she's overdoing it.

Einstein left (knew Kim was drunk and didn't get mad at her - major points for him!). Kim & her hubby left. Not wanting to be on the road with "amateur drinkers", I happily waited till very last for my car, snapping the pics to the right. I got home around 3:15am; showered; sent a "sorry if you had a bad night" email to Cezar; sent a "sorry Kim punched you - thanks for being cool about it" message to Einstein; got on Vox; and am now going to bed (that's what sunrise is for!).

It wasn't bad. But it still didn't make up for last weekend. And, yes, I realize that I have high (and bizarre) standards.

[Sat afternoon update: Kim doesn't remember much about last night and promptly apologized upon learning she had punched Einstein. Considering personalities, I'm glad it was Einstein instead of C - as C would NOT have been cool about it. I told her all is okay.]