Last night (November 12, 2010) was one of the most fun nights I've had since I've been here.
A week ago, my delightful friend Jack Hendricks mentioned that his dad and he were planning on going to a burlesque show. I, the kinky little thing, totally auto-invited myself to tag along. How could I pass up such an opportunity to cause scandal within my family and circle of friends? Jack, of course, was perfectly willing to let me go - in fact, I daresay my enthusiasm amused him.
I anticipated the show for the entire week. Needless to say, I was super excited when the actual day of the show arrived. I had no idea what to wear to a burlesque show. It was being held at a goth-themed club, so I thought something black would be appropriate. Unfortunately, I'm not a big clubber and I didn't bring any of my more clubby clothes with me when I came here, so I didn't have much to choose from. I ended up raiding my wonderful roommate's closet and stealing a cute little black t-shirt that had just the right amount of simple sexiness that I wanted to portray last night. I opted to keep my comfy skinny jeans and black flats rather than change into something less warm: jeans and flats go with everything anyway. I also dug out a silver and mother-of-pearl choker necklace that my grandma had given me on my sixteenth birthday. It complemented the outfit nicely, and gave it that subtle gothic touch that it was lacking.
By 5:00 pm, Jack and I were ready to leave. When his dad arrived at Augsburg, we hopped into the Jeep (I miss my Jeep) and rode off, no awkward introductions or anything. We were halfway to Jack's dad's place when I realized I hadn't brought any form of ID with me, and I was going to need one to get into the club. For a moment, I felt like a total idiot. I must have blushed 5 shades of pink, until Jack assured me it was okay and we'd deal with it later.
Once we arrived at the house, I was overwhelmed by the whole environment. It vaguely reminded me of my house in New York. Jack had mentioned he had pets, but I was completely overjoyed to meet his gorgeous cats, Jack (namesake!), Sweetheart, and Precious, and the two adorable dogs, Sasha, and Waif. I could not get over how beautiful a cat Jack is. The other two are equally charming, but Jack is something else. He did not take much from his namesake but the name, that's all I can say! (Note to Jack - I joke, sir.) I probably would take him in, if I could and if I weren't very allergic to cats - especially cats with fur like Jack's! You'd wonder how I lasted five hours in a kitty household, considering my allergies and such. I was fine, for the most part. A little bit of an itch on my hand, where apparently there was an open wound that I knew nothing about, occasional sneezing, my throat got a little scratchy, but nothing painful. I know how to handle my own kitty allergies. It's fine as long as I don't touch my face.
Jack's dad led us to the basement where he has a very large assortment of costumes. I could feel my eyes sparkle as I took in all the different dresses and accessories, and my mind focused on a single thought: dress up! Jack and his dad talked about all the new additions to the collection and Jack's dad told me a couple of embarrassing Jack stories (speaking of, I should make a new post entitled Jack's Embarrassing Tales) but all the while I was itching to play with those costumes. Though I tried on a pair of cute bunny ears, I didn't really get a chance to play with anything properly. I thought I should at least pretend to be mature upon meeting parents for the first time...but next time...hehe!
As we sat around waiting for the pizzas to cook, I befriended Sasha. We played with her plushy bone toy. Jack and I also had a bit of "sibling time", where we made it our goal to annoy the heck out of each other for fun. At one point, Jack's dad addressed as with "you two". It felt...interesting.
Our pizza and chips & dip (my new addiction) dinner was followed by a very interesting, Tony-like series of short films, Facebook, and Scrabble. I learned the REDUCT actually IS a work, and that had I not listened to Jack Hendrick, I might have gotten ahead in that game. Martha, Jack's dad's girlfriend, and I miraculously put up with the two men. We made Jack laugh when we both shook our heads at one of those ridiculous male comments. I don't remember why, but at one point Jack said something that must have been dumb because I rolled my eyes and Martha actually called me out on it! She laughed though, which was nice.
Shortly before 10, we left the house to go to the show. The show was at a club called Ground Zero. I should remember this as the first club in Minnesota I stepped into! Yay!
Recall that I had forgotten my ID, and to get into clubs in normal, civilized countries where laws actually apply, you need to show ID to prove that you are old enough (18+) to go clubbing. So, I'm freaking out, worried that they won't let me into the club. Jack assures me all will be fine, and he is God after all, so if he says so...We walk in and I decide to just try my luck using a school ID. I look up at the dude (a cute guy too), make my pretty brown eyes big and sweet, and tell him I only have my school ID with me.
Here's the dialogue that followed:
Me - Is this ID okay?
Guy - [examining the card, then examining me] Is your birth date on it?
Me - No... (thinking: aww crap!)
Guy - Well, you need an ID with your birthday on it.
Me - Oh...
Guy - How old are you?
Me - I'm eighteen (I look 15)
Guy - Really? When's your birthday?
Me - February 12, 1992
Guy - Why don't you have an ID?
Me - I never had one. I'm not American.
Guy - What about your passport?
Me - I left it at home...
Guy - You sound American...
Me - Yeah, I grew up here.
Guy - Well, okay, I'll let you go but next time bring your ID.
Me - Thank you!
Moral of the story - it pays to be a super cutie!
...It's 2 am. To be Continued!
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