A Tale of Intellectual Excitement or A Sense of Moral Superiority

During the evening of Friday October 15th, I accompanied some assorted compatriots to the Empire cabaret for a rousing gathering of Tina's co-workers. The night was apparently also a fundraiser for the Ladybug foundation, which had the fortunate result of rendering the establishment PACKED. It was impossible to move 2 inches without stepping on 17 stunning women or 6 grease covered men. It resembled those innumerable scenes in films that consist of a packed dance club and techno music blaring so loud that all semblance of rational thought is drowned out, replaced by an incessant thump thump thump tha tha tha tha thump thump thump. At times like that, you lose the will to maintain an air of civility and start to make odd body gestures during the particularly raunchy hip hop numbers thrown in for audience participation. I was adorned with all the trappings of classy society, thinking that the Empire still had its stringent dress code, while the masses made a mockery of style with their fuzzy backpacks and old navy cargo pants. My fabric embellishments seemed to catch the eyes of certain lovely symbols of virility, but I continued on in the tradition of maintaining an aura of aloofness. Eventually it will pay off in spades, I'm sure. After unsuccessfully trying to start up a spirited discussion on the fabric of human existence with one of Tina's striking friends during an overpowering performance by a computer and guitar wielding techno duo, who by all accounts were highly proficient in their pre-programmed efforts, we all decided to leave the confines of the "place to be" and adjourned to a more aurally inauspicious climate... namely Perkins. While seated on its cushioned accommodations, we dined on luxuriously prepared egg dishes and discussed the news of the day. All in all, it was a multi-faceted stimulating evening.