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dotinthesky) wrote2006-05-04 10:14 am
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Hunting High & Low at D-Edge

It was 80s night yesterday at D-Edge. We thought we'd be surrounded by lesbians since the flyer showed a dark-haired lady smoking a cigar; we thought that most of my friends would come because there was obviously nothing better to do in this city of 20 million people. Henrique & I were the first people to arrive. We sat across the street waiting for the club to open, drinking coffee from a Jabba the Hut lookalike lady. A young guy called Jacques ("my father named me after Jacques Cousteau because he is a biologist") from Porto Alegre joined us and we talked about which night was best for 80s music (he seemed to know a lot about São Paulo's gay nights, despite being straight.)
Inside, the dancefloor remained empty until a Depeche Mode song came on (Enjoy the Silence?). From then on, until 4am, we didn't stray too far from our dancing squares, nor did we need to fight for space (it never got full.) Henrique was immediatly hit on by a gay guy (the perils of going out with Henrique -- all the boys and girls flirt with him and the rest of us are left feeling like middle-aged ugly ducklings), and even Jacques asked me with a nervous laugh if we were a couple. At one point, I took a large and smelly dump, which must have been upsetting for the girl who went into the cabin afterwards to snort coke. Henrique couldn't let go of his bowels like me, so he spent the whole night leaving me alone to go fart in the corner.
I drank a vodka & redbull that left me jittery and down in one corner for a good half-hour. Out of nowhere, a friend of Henrique's showed up with her sister and brother-in-law; they had just come from the inauguration of another nightclub (which we might visit on Friday.) She was incredibly lovely and we shouted a lot at each other on the dancefloor. The music took a dark turn into dodgy techno territory and so we decided to split. We gave Jacques a car lift to the nearest metro station then drove home listening to A-ha.
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Man, I really love A-ha. And the moral of this story? Cocaine is bad for you.
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I've begun to spread the word about A-ha goodness. Many people in Brasil had forgotten, but now they see the light again.
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I hate it when they run out of cups.
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Anyway, I'm sure there are people on my friends list who would like drinking coffee out of a large woman. Indeed I can think of one for whom that would be in his top ten fantasies.
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So am I. :-)
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Thank you for sharing that, my day is now complete! ;-)
Sounds like you're having a good time out there.
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Sao Paulo sounds like a great place to party.
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Passeios
(Anonymous) 2006-05-05 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Passeios
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eu não moro na Washington Luiz, mas numa rua paralela a ela... do aeroporto de congonhas pra cá é no sentido bairro. espero sua ligaão amanhã se for fazer algo.
abraço