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Cool = progressive house making its way to The Oaks.

Cooler than Cool = me being on the guest list. I got waved right in.

Unfortunately, I'd missed my friend Michell's set, which is a pity because female djs rock to begin with, and she is a surprisingly good dj. But I did make it in time to see Yashima, who is one of the best djs in the area. His set rocked.

Dance music is virtually unknown out here in bumblewood, obviously resulting in a lack of parties to attend. On the upside, the fans come out of the woodwork when there is a party, and a lot of them know how to dance properly to electronic music (most Japanese don't). I was really getting into Yashima's set (I miss parites), when someone started rubbing their crotch into my waist. And who should it be but Annoying Boy, arrived out of the blue to ruin the party for me. I danced away from him, he pursued. I went to talk to some of my Japanese friends. He pursued and chased them off.

"What am I? Chopped liver?" he asked.

No, something stuck to the bottom of my shoe, I thought.

I disappeared outside for a bit and then went back in to try and recover. With a little over half of Yashima's set still to go, I was probably going to be I was okay. (I don't know how much you guys know about dance music, but the longer you dance to a single set, the better the groove gets. Hence 'progressive.') I finally managed to get back into things, and then along came Annoying Boy, once more grinding up against me.

"Sorry!" he chirps, trying for cute but only managing Extremely Fucking Obnoxious. "I hope I'm not messing with your 'vibe' or anything."

Well yes you are, asshole. And here's a bonus question: by what mental acrobatics have you concluded that mocking the things I enjoy will somehow endear you to me?

I disappeared to the bathroom again (more on this later), and who should follow me out there and force his way into the conversation I was having with some Japanese people? I dare you to get this one wrong. That basically killed it for me - as a corollary to the above, the more times you're interrupted while dancing, the harder it is to get back into doing it well.


But ah, the bathroom. I'd run into some of the Big City Australian set earlier that evening. They're okay guys, but as they're mostly interested in chasing after Japanese women when they're drunk, I didn't really pay them much mind. Not, that is, until one of them cornered me and led me into the bathroom (One unisex toilet for the whole club. It can get pretty brutal.).

"Don't tell anyone," he said, "but there's a bottle of Wild Turkey and one of Jack behind the unit. You're welcome to as much as you like."

Lo, there they were. And here I was thinking I was all clever for having put a can of Asahi in my purse (the only use I ever have for the things, usually) before I left that evening. This was much, much better, especially since someone had stolen my full glass of beer when I'd set it down to dance earlier, and drinks at Danke are both expensive and mixed to Japanese tastes (read: ridiculously weak).


Megumi came on after Yashima's set ended. She's a really good dj as well, but her sets are usually pretty mellow and I hadn't managed to build up the momentum to dance through them. I went outside and ended up in conversation with a pretty cute Japanese guy.

I'd spoken to him at a few other parties, but never really had a bona fide conversation with him. (He's a little more mukkuri than my tastes generally run, and is a dead ringer for a good, but very gay, friend of mine from college, which does influence how I react to him.)

Anyway, we talked about my workplace (of which he is an alumn), parties, dance music, and how there needs to be more of both in The Oaks.
Him: "You coming to the next party here?"

Me: "Without question."

Him: "I wish there were more parties in this town. They're so much fun."

Me: (thinking this guy is starting to look not so bad) "Yeah, I used to go to parties all the time in the States." (discussion about Midwest Raves for a bit)

Him: (admiringly) "That's really cool. I'd love to go to something like that sometime."

Me: (you actually are pretty cute) "Yeah. I think dance is catching on in the bigger cities, but not so much over here."

Him: "I know." (intelligent discussion about djs and types of dance music.)

Me: (this guy knows what's up!) "I go to Tokyo or Osaka every now and then to go to real parties there."

Him: (admiringly) "That's so cool. I wish I could."

Me: "Why not?"

Him: "They're really strict about IDing down there." (wistfully) "I can't wait until I turn twenty!"

Me: "Twe-- Turn... twenty?"
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      NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
      (sobs fountains of blood)


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