And before that...

Last night I went to this little party for a friend from my old job. He and his crew are these unsanely hip people that wear sabotage and mecca clothing pretty much exclusively and buy new trainers like every five days... and as obnoxious as that sounds, i love them all. they are, without a doubt, the gayest straight men i know. Anyway, the party was at this bar in DC called dragonfly, which is insane. Ok, first of all, Paul, the birthday boy, and his unsanely hip design partners (www.airlineindustries.com) designed the logo and identity for the place, and like i said, they're hip, so the logo is totally hot. Ok, then, the ENTIRE place is white. Not ethnically, i mean the place is painted white, with white furniture, white ashtrays, white EVERYTHING. It's sort of a cross between a clockwork orange milkbar and your mommy's rich friends' house where you're not allowed to touch ANYTHING. Except here you touch it all,and so does everyone else. I dont' know HOW the fuck they keep that place clean, it seems so destined to be sullied and gross so soon, i mean it's a BAR for pete's sake, but it's been open like a year and still looks great so I guess they've got that whole cleaning thing down pat now. Anyway.

So this whole place is filled with these hip, hip people, DJs and friends of DJs and bone-thin bjork-haired girlfriends of DJs and designers of flyers for DJs and coworkers of designers of flyers and it was damn. near. creepy. Now, i'm a hip lady, don't get me wrong, but being surrounded by that much hipness is just a tiddle bizzzzzzarre, discomfiting, and gross.

Still, I was kinda groovin on it, kinda feeling like MaryChen2000 and I gotta say i had a fantarstic time with the exception of weird leftover lust for a boy i should absolutely not lust under any circumstances. And i had a strange (but ultimately necessary and gratifying and positive) conversation with a boy who should not lust me under any circumstances. You know how it is.

And i talked to my old Magnet girlfriends all night, as per usual. And we talked about how boys are nuthin but Trouble, as per usual.

Ok, but so: question: what is with the rank and file grown ups that go into bars like that? A disclaimer: i am NOT trying to claim that somehow, wearing weird collars and lots of velcro makes you Not Rank and File, i'm speaking more in terms of people whose pop culture interests are so clearly not in tune with their surroundings that you wonder a lot just why they chose (or IF they chose) those surroundings, and whether they're comfortable, and also just in general what the pete is running through their heads. Par exemple: there was a well dressed woman at the bar in her business outfit with, I think a scarf around her neck though i can't say for sure, but she looked like if she wasn't wearing one that night she sure as shit would probably be wearing one tomorrow, and these huge gold hoop earrings. Ok, gold jewelry is -so- s&l crisis. But anyway, I mean, she wasn't tasteless, she had on nice rich lady Rank and File clothes. And she was very pointy and attractive. But I wanted so much to just walk up to her and be like, "what exactly is your opinion of all the weird collars and velcro, and the weird logo on your chopstick wrapper, and the white furniture, and the music? Did your friend that wishes she was hip drag you here? Do -you- wish you were hip? Are you enjoying yourself? Did you walk in here out of curiosity and then just decide to get a drink while you're here? Are you doing like cultural anthropology night? Do you want to doink the cute gay straight guys? Did you walk in out of curiosity and then feel like everyone would be looking at you if you turned around and walked out even though you really wanted to and you let that make you stay for that drink? What is your DAMAGE, exactly? And can i have a dollar?"

But i didn't ask, so i'm writing a boring diary entry about it. I have nothing else to say on the topic really. But you know, do i have to? It's a diary. Ok.