Current mood:	amused
Current music:	Automatic Flowers - Our Lady Peace

Bopping in serious irreverence to gothy pop
Fun night, even if did mostly stand bopping in place all night. Went to see the Cruxshadows at the Lab last night in Detroit with ivoux and sampo. Now, I'm not an enormous girl-in-the-front-row-of-a-Beatles-show fan of these guys, but they're pretty nifty. They didn't blow me away like Roxy Music, The The, or Gary Numan, but they were still pretty nifty. I need to listen to more of their stuff. I really was impressed by an honest-to-Cthulhu fiddler on stage, and the way the spiky-haired and holy-sweatered lead singer melodramatized his way around the place with his wireless head mic. He even wandered past me at one point, all the way back near the bar, because he wanted a chair to stand and goth from in the middle of the crowd.

Had a good time hanging out, chatting on and off, listening to the music, and people watching. At one point, I was wondering... and this is sick... "Hmm, how many people here, tonight, watching The Cruxshadows at The Labyrinth in Detroit, have LiveJournal accounts?" There were 4 of us I knew directly, and I had a hunch that many more were wandering around out there, but I haven't gotten to know any of them yet. And unless I connect with them online first, it's likely I may not, because I have a hard time just walking up to people. (Well, that, and I haven't wanted to tread on certain people's turf and haunts.)

I haven't yet figured even what the opening salvo in such a situation should be. Maybe someday I'll figure that out, because I'm doing pretty good at getting over the morbid shyness I've had for much of my life, once I've gotten a foot in the door. Hell, the other day I was talking about the Keirsey Temperament test the other day and mentioned that I thought I remembered I was an INFP or INTP type (need to take that test again), and the person I was talking about said was full of shit about the introvert bit, and that I was obviously an extrovert. What?! heh.

I did make some progress last night, relatively speaking. See, I have this personals ad out on Yahoo (you do the searching) that I'm only slightly embarrassed to have posted, and I sent in responses to a few personals too. Like everything I do, I take this both seriously and ironically at once.

Well, one of the responses I got back was from a professional dominatrix. I can't remember if I wrote her or she wrote me first, but I was amused. At first I was worried that I'd offend her by laughing at the so-serious pictures in her website gallery of a man trussed up, plugged up, and whipped red along with the dramatic stern poses she was striking for photos. Doesn't really freak me out or bother me, but I think it's damn funny. It'd never be my thing though, because I wouldn't be able to take it seriously enough to get a rise out of it. Happily, though, she took no offense and laughed at a few things too.

But anyway, I was IMing with her for the past week or so and it came up that I'd be at this Cruxshadows show. Well, maybe we'd look for each other and buy each other drinks. She's been fun to chat with, and seems to be a pretty decent person, so I figured sure. It took me awhile at the show to talk to her, though. Pretty much right up to when the group I was with wanted to leave. I saw her wandering around, having recognized her after a few times passing her, and finally I saw her sitting by herself at the bar. At this point I figured I was an ass if I didn't at least walk the 10 feet over to her to say hello.

So, I walked over, bought another beer, and talked to her. Turns out that it wasn't that hard after all. She was very easy to talk to, and not intimidating at all. I realize now that this is probably because I wasn't paying her to intimidate me, and that she's really a pretty nice person. Hell, for the amount she gets per hour for that stuff, I have to imagine she gets tired of the act sometimes. But I would guess it pays well and would give a good outlet from day-job stress.

Didn't talk to her for long, because everyone wanted to leave. And now I feel bad that I hadn't talked to earlier. Maybe I'll see her again. Not saying I've been impaled on any Cupidean projectiles, but it was a tiny triumph for me to actually have gone through with the walk-up-and-talk thing. Especially since I think she enjoyed talking to me, and despite the constant drumming of my internal panel of critics, I didn't make a complete ass of myself. Really, it's rare that I make a complete ass of myself, or at least that I do and it isn't at least self-deprecatingly funny. No one's run away screaming or looked at me like I'm a steaming pile yet.

Hmm... back to work. If our internet connection stays up, that is.