Happy Friday. Tomorrow, I go back to London and then on Sunday I’ll be home. I can’t wait; I don’t do so well here, largely because of the abrupt shift to a lot less daylight, and I’m antsy for my own bed and the people I’m closest to.
That said, the trip has been far from all bad. I discovered Ritz-like gluten-free crackers from Schar, saw a new city, and really have made some progress with the guitar, although I haven’t had as much time for it as I’d like. The flat I’m staying in has appallingly thin walls, and you can barely run water after 10pm without eliciting complaints from neighbors, so often, I just sat around practicing chord changes without really playing; it’s a metaphor for something.
What I also haven’t done is as much writing as I’d like — here, professionally, or in a fannish capacity — although I’ve sorted a lot of things out in my head. And we will not even discuss my lack of getting to the opera or any real time spent in Zurich (Zurich, at least, I’ll do tomorrow morning when I go to buy chocolate filled with pear liquor for folks back home) or my various failed quests to get tickets for Bruno Mars here (that was hilarious and involved one of the weirdest Twitter interactions I’ve had in a long time) or my absurd attempts get back to London in time to see Katy Perry for no other good reason than I can (except, you know, that I determined that I can’t).
So, I asked on Twitter, but I’ll ask here. If you were a random girl-like object going dancing on her own (and I love to go dancing on my own, for the record) on a Saturday night in London, where would you go? I think I spent so much of my teen years fantasizing about the London club scene, I’m now completely intimidated by actually getting to do it. Also, what should I wear? And what time do people go out there? Super late right? I know nothing!
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Slimelight? The website’s pretty dysfunctional right now, but the location’s Googlable. Show up post-10 in something that isn’t white t-shirt and trainers, bat your eyes at someone in line until you find a member to sign you in, pay the non-member cover, 2 floors of goth/industrial (I think they had to close the third floor off??) if you like that sort of thing. (Though they’ll still be playing goth/industrial even if you don’t.)
That sounds lovely. Haven’t had a decent two-floor club available to me since Fluxx in New Haven shut down and Ulteria changed venues.
As for what to wear, I would say dapper suit, but 1) I think you should always wear dapper suits, 2) I don’t know if you packed any, and 3) they’re not exactly very gothy, although if you added a ruffly shirt and a top hat it might give the Gary Oldman Dracula effect, which is classic and always attractive. I saw someone doing a women’s Victorian walking costume version of the Oldman costume (those passementeries are unmistakable) for a con masquerade, and I totally wanted to marry the jacket.
I’m not much of a clubber, but if you go to the one recommended above, you’ll be in Angel, so you should go for cocktails here first: http://69colebrookerow.com/ You’ll need a reservation… it’s worth it.