July 01, 2005 :: Club chronicles

Last night, a friend of mine who is a clothing designer had a fashion show at a well-known aquatic-related club down on the waterfront. The show was quite interesting, she was one of several participating designers, and the last designer appeared to work exclusively in bodypaint... all of her models came out with no clothes on top, but the bodypaint was elaborate enough that I really could not tell from my back row vantage point that there were no clothes involved, except that their nipples poked out.

I saw some funny things that night. Here are a few:

• A somewhat older couple (maybe late 30s) who I thought were together, but upon later observation probably were not. The man was talking to the woman, had his hand on her shoulder, etc. She was fine, the sort of fine that you want to marry so that your woman is fine as long as the two of you shall live. He slipped up, though. Stepped behind her for a moment to look at her ass. Got lost in the majesty of it, and dropped his drink all over her dress and his shoes. It was all I could do not to die laughing, because all she noticed is that he was a klutz, and she has no idea why. But the peanut gallery knew, because we were all laughing.


• While the crowd at this fashion show event was relatively benign (i.e. not thugtastic or ghetto fabulous), the brothers in the front row had no shame whatsoever. They all had their cell phones and blackberries out, trying to take pictures of the models. I found out later they were actually leaning over to take pictures up their skirts as they walked up the steps to the runway. Purely trifling!


• After the show was over, said friend and I went to another opalescent club near the old convention center site. Nothing special going on there, although we both remarked at the midget couple making out by the front door. I suppose midget is a little harsh, I think both of them may have hit five feet (but barely). And they were going to town! I wanted to tell them to get a room, but it really was just funny to watch. I guess there really is somebody for everybody.


• The Thursday night promoters at this opalescent club decided that their draw that night was going to be the viewing of R. Kelly's "In The Closet" video parts 1-5. I've been avoiding "urban" radio and BET and the like for almost a whole year now, so while I had heard of this phenomenon, I had not heard any of the music or seen the video. Arruh has definitely hiti on something... he's recorded the SAME DAMN SONG FIVE TIMES, and he has people begging for more to the point that the video ended with "parts 6-10 coming soon". It was basically a black ghetto soap opera, sort of like a Tyler Perry R&B remix. I guess Arruh really is a genius, because he's going to record THAT SAME DAMN SONG five more times, and people will eat it up. I wish I had such genius.

posted by Rainmayun at 2:37 PM -