The Finer Things In Life
Why does every single weekend these days seem to need a Monday that’s F*cked? And why does that feel exactly right? Well, probably because it’s fucked. I’m not exactly asking difficult questions here.
Anyway, the weekend was pretty much over and yes, Mayonaka City is definitely here. If you somehow managed to miss that all weekend, the F*ck Monday crew made sure you couldn’t ignore it any longer by dropping this week’s event right in the middle of it.
An event, I might add, that heavily favored the opposite sex. There’s probably a whole discussion to be had about that, but as long as there’s sex and favors involved, I’m generally willing to support the initiative.
The theme was women in lingerie, men in suits, and jazz. At least that’s what the invitation claimed. Any unsuspecting reader might reasonably assume a certain level of class would be involved. Me showing up certainly helped maintain standards, but while jazz apparently allows for a very wide range of interpretations, our DJ, the lovely Cole, seemed more interested in petting some girls. Or, if we’re being technical, dropping beats.
And before anyone starts with the “those poor girls” routine, I’m fairly sure I heard some approving moans coming from the stage. Of course, that could also have been whatever was passing for jazz yesterday.
Apart from all that, and me spending the evening moving around in a brand-new lingerie set, the crime scene was that red velvet underground club I told you about last Friday. It turns out the place benefits greatly from having more people inside it. It also becomes significantly harder to move between the tables, though maybe moving wasn’t really the point. Maybe we were supposed to dance on them. Lie on them. Bend over them. Or simply sit at them like civilized adults. Who knows? I tried all of the above and can report that every option contributed to a very pleasant evening.
You may be wondering where I kept my camera through all of this.
And yes.
Maybe I’ll tell you that someday.
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