Last night The Funk called because he wanted to go to the Glas Kat because they were having the Bondage A Go Go party that night. Bondage A Go Go is an icon of San Francisco. It is a Goth/Bondage party that can be a little wild. I was pretty jazzed about going there but then The Funk started talking about his reasons for wanting to go and I knew it wasn't going to be a good night.
Basically he wanted to go for all the wrong reasons. He imagined wall to wall hot naked women who he would be free to molest and screw however he wanted. That is not what this party is about. Yes it is a highly sexualized party, but it is not an orgy. There are lots of rules, written and unwritten. The Funk didn't know any of these rules and he didn't care. You can't just grope a woman because she is in a leather thong and pasties.
He got us on the guestlist for the Club Exotica party that was happening upstairs. This is completely seperate from the Bondage A Go Go party. The Funk thought that this was a "stripper" party and there would be more naked chicks there too. Go Go dancers and strippers are different things. Yes they had male and female exotic dancers but they weren't going to strip down to anything less than a thong and bra. It was not going to be anything like going to a strip club.
I was starting to dread going because I knew The Funk was working himself into a frenzy over what he imagined was going to happen. We met up with Buddah and picked up one of The Funk's friends and his neighbor. The neighbor is a major pothead. When he came over to The Funk's friend's house he was finishing up a joint. Then he lit up another one as we were walking out to the car. Then he lit up another one when we got to the city and were walking to the club. I don't really like being around people like this. I don't really care what people do but when they are in such close proximity to me then it does bother me for some reason.
So we got in to Club Exotica which was upstairs at the Glas Kat. There was practically no one there at all. The Funk ordered like 5 plates of food right away because I guess he was hungry. I ate an ultimate cheeseburger before I left so I didn't eat anything there. Eventually the go go dancers got started doing there thing and the place filled in a little bit.
We saw the manager/co-owner of the club and talked to him for a bit. We know the guy so he gave us all VIP bracelets so we could go downstairs to the Bondage A Go Go party. I know that without these they wouldn't have even let us in. None of the other guys was dressed right and the people that run that party are very strict about who they let in and who they don't. They used to have no set cover charge for their party. What they would do was charge you based on how you looked. If you didn't look like you fit in then your cover charge would be so ridiculous that they were sure you didn't have the money on you to get in. The don't do that anymore but they do refuse entry to anyone who they think doesn't belong.
So after we got our bracelets we kicked it upstairs for a bit. The neighbor guy went outside and we never saw him again until the end of the night.
The Funk and his friend were the first to head downstairs. They took a quick trip around the place and then came right back up. They were kind of thrown for a loop by all the freaky people and what was going on in the dungeon. It wasn't a bunch of hot naked women begging to get humped by every buy in the place. It was all types of people who were into the bondage scene. When I say all types of people I mean all; straight, bi, transgendered...
Eventually we all went downstairs and wandered around. I really liked Bondage A Go Go. The music was kick ass goth/80's new wave stuff. If I lived in the city I would probably buy some crazy leather outfit and go every wednesday night.
I checked out the dungeon (or where they calling it "the cage"). They were hog tieing up some chick and filming it for Playboy TV. They were also gagging some other chick and hanging her from teh ceiling while whipping her. It was pretty cool.
Eventually we all (minus the neighbor) were watching the goings on. The guys were really disappointed. I was really wishing that I could have gone with someone who would have understood and appreciated it. The Funk said it was time to go so we left after he said goodbye to the bartender chick upstairs.
The reason we had to leave so early, besides the fact they didn't like it, was because the stupid neighbor guy went outside and smoked a joint right in front of the club. I mean right there in front where all the security people are! What a fucking idiot. He already reeked of weed when we got to the club so I was surprised they let him in. When he tried to get back inside they asked to see his cigarette box (where he was "hiding" his joints) and he refused to let them see it. They smelled the fresh weed all over him and told him he wasn't allowed back in the club. How fucking great is that? I'm just glad we didn't get pulled over anytime during the night. Who knows how much weed he had on him or what else he had on him.
I'm going to let The Funk know that he needs to not include me in any outings that involve that guy.
8:25 a.m. - 2004-02-19
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