I went to 80's night at Club Hell this past Tuesday with Magic. It was my first time, and let me tell you, I had a frickin' blast. Whenever Magic and I get together, it's always ridiculous. For example, we completely embraced the whole 80's theme. Yea, most people who go to 80's nite don't necessarily dress the part, but we did ... and more; We also decided to speak only in 80s culture and deny the existence of anything past then, as if we were actually in the 80s.

I went shopping with Deanna earlier that day to get outfits. We went to Savers (just like Sals or Goodwill) to find outfits. I didn't find anything particularly cool for my, but when Deanna found this unknown, old-school, neon-green windbreaker suit, it all came together. I will buy this for Magic, and I will wear my retro style red Adidas suit. I mean, Magic attracts enough attention as it is being as tall and goofy as him, but with this outfit on, he couldn't help but become a glowing icon of style and funk.





Whoa! Where did Magic go?




No contest, we were not only the most colorful people in there, but the wildest and most energetic. I mean, when you look like that, anything you do looks cool. At one point we were doing back-to-back robots up on the stage, and people were cheering us on, and wanted to take our pictures - multiple times.

We also wore sunglasses inside as part of our characters. One chic grabbed me as I was walking by and sang "I wear my sunglasses at night" right in my face. I said "Corey Hart! Amazing Song!" and boogied away. We were asked on occasion if we could see with them on, to which we didn't even reply. Another time, some girl insisted on wearing my sunglasses, which I thought was odd. I told her I simply can't do it, that would be breaking character - but she pleaded. I then went on to say they were full of funk and sweat, and she didn't care, took them off my head, did some silly girl dance, and gave them back to me. Stupid Girl.

If you have a complete disregard for those around you at a club, and just flaunt the funk to those around you with your style and energy, people are attracted to that. I mean, I've always known this, but it's so much easier when you stick out of the crowd. Ah, the dynamics of superficial social interactions.

It also helps to have a ridiculous partner in crime, and I don't think that could be anyone but Magic. That kid is splanktastic.

We went back to Hell last night for a black light party (unplanned and without costume) and it was infinitely more boring. I actually got mad. We were doing the same thing we always, dancing on our own and having a good old time, but of course your near a girl or two. Girls always think you are trying to dance with them and that they have some kind of privilege to deny you the space to be near them. This sets me off. Girls have it so easy at the club, and as far as dancing goes, please, you don't have to do nearly anything. Any half-assed movement of your hips or chest will attract a swarm of mindless pop-culture clones; the same kind of talentless, rhythmless assholes that make it hard for guys like Magic and I to get respect at a club because we actually are there to have a good time and not womanize girls who think they command the floor with their sexuality.

Get over yourself, bitches. Most of you only go to the club because you only look good in the dark.