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Porn and Chicken

Last night we went to some event called Porn and Chicken that was held at the Evil Olive in the city. When I first walked in I was like, WTF? But we soon became pretty much the life of the party. Another night of dancing until 4 am, we closed down the dance floor together with some fellow happy and sweaty people. There was porn playing in the main room, also in the main room - lots of sexually frustrated guys, many from countries in the Middle East. LOL.
The porn probably got them very EXCITE (pronounced BORAT style) and then when they saw four girls dancing together they had to make their moves. I absolutely can't stand it when some sweaty dudes that I don't even know come up from behind and try to hump me with with their half hard member. That does NOT fly with me. Keep your distance BORAT if you don't want me to punch you in the face. Usually a quick step out of their way works or I give them the look of death and tell them either NO or FUCK OFF. Works for me! :-D But some of them did not even speak any English, it was quite funny. There was an older small, really skinny man in a suit getting down with a happy smile on his face, he was a cutie, he told me he thought I danced nice in a heavy accent. Another came up and said I reminded him of Cinderella (of all characters) because of my hair. Yea, the hair usually gets lots of attention.
I should start a fan club just for the hair. When my hair gets wet from sweating I know that I am having a good time because I am in constant movement. Then there was another foreigner that just stood around, I coached him to dance and have fun and before he left the club he ran up to me and grabbed my head in a firm grip with both hands and placed a big Kazakh style kiss on my cheek. I think I made him happy. Aside from a few overenthusiastic love starved men I had a great time. I even wore my gigantic ring on my finger, to display that I am taken. You know the ring Chester (my imaginary husband from Linkin Park) gave me but that didn't work. See here
Anyhow, taking photos in the club was not allowed, why I do not understand. I had a discussion with a gorilla bouncer about that. Hello, after all I was the only celeb in the place...... ;-) I definitely wanted some pictures of that crazy freak show and the porn. The porn was a little gross but hey whatever. Plus there was a HUGE disco ball hanging from the ceiling. Biggest I have ever seen and when the lasers hit, it looked so pretty. I think I have breathed in enough smoke from the smoke machines in the last two nights to last me for a while. At least until tomorrow. I love the smell of that smoke by the way.

I have no plans for today yet. I got up at 2 pm and I am having a coffee at Starbucks right now. I do know that if I lived in Chicago I would not have to go to the gym. Clubbing a few times a week would keep me in shape, I already lost a few pounds without even trying. This is what sweaty and happy looks like (see pic).



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Mr B on :

I heard a song on the radio - "She's up all night to have fun" and "We're up all night to get lucky". I didn't get the performer but I thought of you.
I am interested in your thoughts on how the mind influences health and what you think is most important to a healthy existence on this rock. Oh dearest, please sift the wheat from the chaff and enliven us with what you think about mind vs. matter. I have no time for Oprah - only you.

Angelica on :

Rrraaarrrrrr!!

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