In which FHC evokes the possibility of a world without indie boys

You’ll have to excuse me as I just woke up from a two days long coma which was only induced by my summer-ale lethargy (still better than Kevin W. who managed to be paralytic for a few hours this week-end I hear). LL and I went to Taint on Sunday night as a last attempt to spice up our social life. I love Taint: everyone is so much tinier and paler than everywhere else there (besides Girard, Ari S. and Andy L. of course but they don’t count as to be an indie kid you have to be younger than 28): indie boys are just plain adorable. The attempt was a complete failure though. First my boyfriend doesn't believe in dancing, because he would rather study the Law and secondly because, about an hour after we arrive, I started thinking about what would happen if the all place went in fire. Totally killed it. That would be such a disaster. There are a lot of memorable characters in DC, but few as lovable as the delicate and unintuitive Taint’s crowd. First we would lose Karl who represents the entirety of the “alternative crowd” of Washington, DC (if any) and the Petworth neighborhood advocates, all the indie scenesters and their down to earth cute little assistant friends, at least half of the MNDC members, 5 gay dwarves, 3 punks, some f***ing two steppers, and in that specific case a third of Lizzard Lounge’s usual clientele (the cheap third which couldn't come up with the new $15 admission cover). Imagine the hysteria. Nothing would be left of gay DC besides a crippled Kevin W., a few wealthy crack heads and half of the city’s lawyers would be reduced to ashes. I laughed a little nervously with Drew W., tiptoed on the dance floor two minutes while LL was reading an article on liability issues in computer security at the bar, drunk two beers and then we returned home and watched some Lost episodes which make up so well for a disastrous social life! Also we learnt that evening from Summer Camp about the upcoming Crack DC which seems to be yet another cheerful event.

Comments

[LL]

It's not only that I hate dancing; I especially hate dancing on the creaky (slash on the brink of collapse) second-floor of a bar even rebels and hippies shouldn't find appealing.

[Gerard]

dammit FHC, you know how to spell my name...