For the last few years, my wife, Mary, and I have been going out for New Year’s Eve. Mary and our friend Anasthasia go out dancing once or twice a month at this Goth club, Club Sabbat. I’m not real big on clubs, but every once in a while and on special occasions like Halloween and New Year, I’ll tag along. This year Anastasia was going to a New Year’s party, and I figured I might be off the hook for New Year, but no dice. A couple of days before New Year’s Eve, our friend Ned asked where we were going. The options were the gay club that Ned works at, or Club Sabbat. “Sabbat,” I said. “I’d much rather look at chubby Goth chicks than skinny gay guys.” I kind of have a thing for Chubby goth chicks (definitely more than skinny gay guys). Also, I like the music at Sabbat better. The gay club plays what I like to refer to as, Gay French Disco music (not a big fan), while Sabbat plays Angry German Industrial Dance music (still not a big fan, but at least I like some of it). Plus, in the back room at Sabbat, they usually play 80s music (which I really do like).
The way it usually works is that Mary and Anastasia dance to the Angry German music in the front room, while I spend most of the night in the back room with the 80s music. In the back room, about every fifth song, they throw in an Angry German song, and most of the time, it’s not one of the ones I like. When this happens, I’ll usually go get a drink or switch back to the front room for a song or two, depending on whether they playing something I like there.
The second best thing all night was this one chubbyish girl, wearing a corset that stopped just short of her boobs and four pieces of electrical tape on her nipples to keep her from getting arrested for indecent exposure. Awesome. Now, part of the reason that this was the second best thing all night is that this is what she always wears. Still, I do always feel like I should thank her whenever she walks by.
Now, the best thing all night happened about a little before closing. Some time after last call, it seems like the two rooms switched. The back room started playing Angry German music and the front room started playing 80s music. Not only that, but in the back room, it was this really weird mix of one of the Angry German songs that I do like, where the song would more or less stop, while they play these electronic drum/synth loops for a minute and a half. After the next song showed all the signs of doing the same thing, I moved to the front room to dance with my wife, where they were playing Depressed Mode, woohoo, 80s music. Anyway, the during the next song, the second to last of the night, Duran Duran “Come Undone,” there was this woman in a skin tight back vinyl dress. Now, I’m not going to say chubby, because clearly she was well into the fat range. Not, that I necessarily have a problem with that. She was dancing about 8 feet away from us and I was more or less facing her when she pressed her back against the wall and started to hump the wall. No, that’s not right, it was more like she was humping the air in front of her as she slowly slid down the wall. It was freakin’ awesome …, up until the point where he butt got below her knees and sort of lost her balance. Then for about two seconds, it was like, “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.” She was able to recover and right herself without assistance, and she turned around did the same thing (without the balance issues), with her butt facing away from the wall this time. Again, freakin’ awesome, except for the fact that I was still trying to keep from laughing at the whole “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up” thing earlier.
So to recap. Chubbyish girl with nothing but four 1-1/2-inch strips of electrical tape covering her boobies. Awesome. Fat woman in a skin-tight vinyl dress, up against the wall, humping the air, both directions. Freakin’ awesome. “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up,” priceless.
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Dark Prince Studios - Pictures from various Club Sabbat events