Went to the good old club onyx tonight. This time, it being a friday, there was a pretty decent crowd. The usual cast of characters, with a few alterations. Things have changed a bit though. Sometimes, I wonder if what I was seeing during my "tripped out mode" was not so much the present as the future.

The first thing I noticed when I walked into the bar was that one of the girls was wearing a lot less than the typical amount of garb. I mean, some of the outfits worn by patrons can get fairly revealing, but this one.... the word "bikini" comes to mind, except it was totally made out of vinyl, so there's no way anybody's gonna go swimming in it. I'm sure there's a more accurate technical term. Oh, and she was serving drinks to people.

Alrighty then.

I go to the bar, buy a beer, and carry it into the dance hall. There's a few people around. I take a seat at one of the stools.

Then I notice... another one. Standirg up next to the bar, she is wearing what could only be described as underwear, with a physique that makes it, well....

Nice!

Um... I mean... Yeah. Sure. Whatever.

So I drink a little of my beer, take in the scene for a bit, and start zoning out for a few minutes.

A touch on my back, and an arm around my shoulder suddenly brings me back to reality. I turn around to see who could possibly be there. It's the beautiful underwear girl, carrying a small tray full of shot glasses. She asks me if I want one.

Intrigued, I have to consider this for a brief moment. I smile and respond. "Um, no, but thanks." I haven't even finished by beer yet! And I don't generally drink shots, although... she did get me thinking about it.

(It really is terrible, but it's true. Attractive women automatically make good sales people, simply by virtue of being attractive, whether or not they actually have any talent or skill. It's an undeniable fact of life. Live with it.)

A few minutes later, the other one comes along, and makes a similar offer. I told her I would pass this time.

Playfully, "Now by 'pass', you mean you might get one when it comes around later?"

"Maaaybe." I had to admit I was thinking about it. The little light blue glasses did look interesting, and... well.. I admit it. I'm a sucker for sexy females. But I wanted to finish my beer first. I asked her how much they cost. $2. Not bad. I decided that next time one of them came around, I might just give it a try.

Before too long, an aquaintance I had made earlier came in and sat down. (Some might Mister "Every night here is goth night." from a previous rambling. lol.) We discussed developments at the club, and how things appear to be changing.

I commented. "And how 'bout these girls serving drinks in their underwear? Never seen that around here before."

"No kidding!" He said that the friend he was with had bought them a round of drinks at the table, and described the method by which his drink was served. She put the glass between her cleavage, and allowed him to retrieve it with his teeth. His greatest fear had been that his date would walk in at that moment, and get the wrong impression.

Okaaay. I'm definitely gonna have to buy one of those now.

Crazy. Two months ago, none of this had yet taken place. But here I was, having all these crazy visions... And now? Well, how 'bout that.

I certainly hope that not all the nutty things that were going through my mind during that weekend actually turn out to be real. That would be... well... scray.

But girls serving drinks in underwear? That, I suppose I can handle. :)

I took to the dance floor for a while, and found it enjoyable. It's definitely far better when there are actually a sizable number of people there, unlike last Sunday. The music was excellent too. DJ Tower knows his stuff.

A couple hours later. I'm wandering from the bathroom back to the dance floor, through the hallway. I notice the girl in underwear happens to be wandering by, with just a couple glasses left in her tray. I asked if I could buy one from her. Well of course!

She was juggling about a zillion things in her hands, which made processing change interesting. I lent a little assistance holding stuff, while she got it sorted out. I gave her a generous tip. (Ya gotta give good tips at all times, even when dirt poor unemployed like me right. It's just the thing to do.)

And I got a glass of alcohol. She didn't offer to serve it to me in the way that had been described by the other guy, but I wasn't terribly concerned about that. As far as I was concerned, I got something a little better anyway. After I bought the drink, she followed me into the dance floor, stood next to me while I drank it ("Taking a short rest"), and we talked for a couple minutes, which was not only enjoyable, but informative.

She's only been in town for a month. She's going to school to become a massage therapist, and got involved with club onyx as a performer for their new Saturday night fetish gig. (Which I am going to have to check out one of these days. I'm tempted to say tomorrow night, but... money is an issue right now.) I got her name.

She took the glass after I was finished, and continued maknig the rounds. Nice girl. No joke.

I ran into the Christian Punk guy again. He was, like, totally groovin. We did some jam circle dancing during one of the more intense songs. (Don't ask.) Funky.

I asked about his church, and whether observers were welcome, even if they didn't believe the faith. He said it would be awesome if I could attend, and wrote down directions on a napkin. Sunday evening. I may just have to go check it out, just to see what it's like... "All about Jesus."

Though I am not one myself (anymore), I seem to have a knack for making friends with Christians. I find that often, the most interesting ones are those who are the most earnest and/or devout (assuming they are real thinkers, and not blindly believing what they have been told, as many churchgoers seem to do). I find myself curious as to what makes them tick.

Well, I suppose it's nothing that complicated. Anyway, if I go on Sunday, I'm going to see a new angle of it. If I go. Again, there's this whole "money" thing. Even if no other expenses are involved, it seems to be a prerequisite for buying gas. Grrr.... Well, I'll figure something out.

Later in the evening. After midnight. Closer to 1. I'm hanging out in the bar, just about too tired to feel like dancing anymore. The other serving girl, the one wearing the vinyl, is walking along. We make eye contact. There's no question about it. I'm gonna be buying one from her. I knew this an hour before, and had just been waiting for the right moment. I wanted to purchase one from each of them.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, Bitscape.

So anyway, I give her the money, plus tip. She inserts the glass full of liquid in a spot where it fits snugly, and I get to retrieve it. Fun fun fun.

We hang out and talk for a minute. She's going to be stripping at tomorrow night's event.

"Wait a sec. Stripping? I didn't know it went that far here."

"Hey, it's fetish night."

Okaaaay. Sure. Um... Saturday night. Right.

Actually, I don't think I'm going to make it this Saturday night, but maybe the following. Anyway... proving once again that I suck at flirting, I think I might have made her slightly depressed. Maybe not. I dunno.

I asked her how she enjoys working at this place. She said it makes her feel sticky. With the massive ambient noise, I misunderstood, and thought she said sickly. "Sickly?" This sounded odd.

"No, sticky! From the drinks" Pointing to her body.

At this point, had I been halfway on the ball, I could have taken this as a queue to cop a feel. But, since I possess some sort of pathological dysfunction which seems to cause me to behave like an idiot, missing the most obvious opportunity, my response: "Well, that's what the shower is for when you get home, right?"

Duh. Silly me. Oh well. It was late. I was tired. Honestly, I suspect she was too, although I think maybe she wanted me to touch her, but I didn't. I don't know for sure, and I didn't have the balls to ask. I finished off my drink, she collected my empty glass, and moved on.

Consider this another lesson on the road of life.

It was a worthy night at the club.

Note about posting: My "featured content" this week probably won't happen until Sunday. I'm going to be helping somebody move all day Saturday. Saturday night.... well, one way or another, I probably won't have time to write much of anything. But Sunday, the long promised essay will appear. At least I hope I can get it done by then. I think I can.

Since I will need to be awake at some point before the end of the morning, now would probably be a good time to sleep. So that's that for tonight. Dig it.