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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.