Sunday we hit a club in LA. Primarily an underground industrial goth club, it was a bit of anything goes. The club was fairly small in terms of size, about 200 people on the dance floor and it was packed tight. No such thing as personal space. :)
It was dark and smokey inside. The drinks were strong, the DJ rocked and I spent the night sandwiched between a musclehead biker and a hot-assed Goth in a leather kilt and combat boots. Jez and her boy were holding court on the dance floor and there was a freaking queue of men trying to get closer to them. A good time was had by all.
Monday was dedicated to drinking and Tuesday to recovery and shopping, lol. Wednesday we hit the beaches and Balboa Island. Jez was bound and determined I would not have time to be in a mood and whenever one tried to creep up, she handled it with judicious amounts of intoxicants and bullying. ;)
Thursday we relaxed, drank, colored...
Yes colored, in a book. Last Gasp puts out some amazing psychedelic coloring books and they are a trip to do. Each pic can take hours to fnish.
Friday was FUN. After another shopping excursion (my credit card may not recover) we went to a well know strip club in San Diego. The strippers were hot and partied with us all night in between dances. We amused ourselves by making up fake background stories about the other patrons there. There were some freaking hilarious stories floating around. It was so awesome we did it again Saturday, finally crawling in the door around 6:30 Sunday morning.
While it only took 8 hrs to drive down, coming back took a full day. I was so not up to the return trip. I had to break it up into small little stretches of driving, bracketed by frequent stops for coffee. :)
So going to be slow today at work...