my_window_seat | Maybe there really IS a God...

...because after having had my first opportunity to stick money in a beautiful girl's underwear, I am fully prepared to believe in a Deity after all.

Um, yeah, so, like, there's this new Goth night in town...at what can only be charitably be described as a Yuppie watering hole. Um, yeah. I've arrrived apparently early, as I seem to be the only one there in full regalia. Yay fucking me. I'm reading a book, occasionally staring back at people who decide to stare at me, because I like making them look away first. Not an otherwise terribly interesting evening. Just drinking a beer and catching up on my Ruth Rendell, and waiting to see if anyone I know shows up to check out the Grand Opening, tra-la-la.

A couple of my friends show up. There is some rejoicing. The lights get dimmer, the mundanes filter out, the music level rises a tad. But there's no darn dance floor, which makes me sad - I was in the mood to dance, and there will be no dancing this night. More beer must be consumed to make up for this.

In the middle of what is otherwise a fairly humdrum evening, undifferentiated from any other kind of bar scene other than a basic black soundtrack somewhere over a not-much-to-write-home-about-PA-system - this incredible girl just up and gets on the counter - the one facing the full length street windows no less - and starts doing what I can only assume was a full-on strip show.

Not like we don't have half-nekkid chicks at Club every week and all - - but oh, this was special. Alllllll kinds of special. I have to say, this was the highlight of the evening. No, really.

And maybe it's just me, but the fact that she was doing this in nothing but black Hello Kitty underwear -

Catch me - I swoon.

And yes, she did a special dance just for me. I am feeling mighty fucking special right about now. :D

All in favor of the new Goth night - oh, yeeeeaaaaahhhhh!