Hunting High & Low at D-Edge

[dotinthesky]

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.

Comments

[pixxers.livejournal.com]

*rolls around, dying of laughter*

Man, I really love A-ha. And the moral of this story? Cocaine is bad for you.

[steer.livejournal.com]

We sat across the street, drinking coffee from a Jabba the Hut lookalike lady.

I hate it when they run out of cups.

[stevek.livejournal.com]

At one point, I took a large and smelly dump

Thank you for sharing that, my day is now complete! ;-)

Sounds like you're having a good time out there.

[desayuno-ingles.livejournal.com]

I remember that photo of D-Edge from last year! Glad you enjoyed yourself, despite being left alone periodically by the tootinacious Henrique. Stick it to the cokeheads! good job, Ol.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_medium_/]

Good to hear you're having a good time ... and two thumbs up for the large and smelly dump. ;p

[psyfi.livejournal.com]

That sounds fun. Wow! Vodka and Redbull was my favourite at Loft. Most of us would order a jug of vodka and redbull (we got 2 since it's buy one get one free deal we got)and walk around Loft with a jug in our hand. Another jug would be left on the table at one corner. hmmm....those were the days....

[msanthropist.livejournal.com]

You make me laugh and laugh and laugh....great way to begin my day here in the Land of Mundania...thanx Ollie!!!!!!!!

Passeios

[(Anonymous)]

Olá Oliver, resolvi tentar escrever aqui, vms ver se consigo, hem?! Só não vai dar para ser em inglês! Vou deixar um recadinho ao invés de um comentário, espero que não seja um problema. Bom, só queria dizer que gostei muito do seu blog e de vc tb! Olha só, meu convite continua valendo, mesmo estando cheia de coisas para fazer, se vc quiser ir passear por São Paulo me liga que será um prazer, ok? Um beijo grande, Flávia

[hunterjr.livejournal.com]

Are you kidding me you are at Av Washington Luiz? We are SO close :) I mean, it may be not that close... after all, that's a long avenue. Anyway, I'm nearby.