Water Moccasin and I were thisclose to going to Bar Sinister so that we could observe a certain friend of mine as he hung out with models. I guess it was best that I stayed in on account of the articles I have to finish this week and all. But, in all seriousness, I have to go to Bar Sinister soon.
Despite the fact that the Saturday night party at Boardner's has been around for a few years, I have never attended. In fact, it's been a good three or four years since I have entered any sort of goth party, mostly on account of the fact that I lack the appropriate clothing and forgot the dance moves. I have to re-goth myself, not because of the article that I posted about the other day (which a certain contributor found in his school's library and is sending to me) or because I have an overwhelming desire to dance to Wolfsheim, but because I need to taste the Black Dahlia.
If you take a look at the Cauldron section of the club website, you will note the Saturday night specials. The Black Dahlia looks like it will soon become the best drink I have ever sipped. Vanilla vodka, kahlua, chambord and cherries. Damn, I think I'm dragging someone out with me next weekend just so that I can get one.