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So there I was in the car with [livejournal.com profile] thatguychuck, [livejournal.com profile] rikhei, my parents, and my grandmother, and we were going to City Club.

It turns out that City Club is only a few miles away, but it's in a really hard to find location, and it was good that we had [livejournal.com profile] rikhei and [livejournal.com profile] thatguychuck along because they knew how to get there and get in. We went into this loading dock and parked, then we went up the narrow stairs at the back of the loading dock by the dumpsters. There was a woman at a folding table and I had to pay her five dollars, show my ID, write my name and zipcode on a list, and she put a wristband on me. While I doing this everyone else went past and went inside. Once we got out of earshot of the woman, [livejournal.com profile] thatguychuck said "You shouldn't have done that, they'll send you vampire junk mail now. Better to just walk by like you know what you're doing."

[livejournal.com profile] rikhei led us down some corridors and up some stairs, and finally to a big unmarked door. We went in. I asked how she knew City Club was in here? She said it is written on the door but the letters are so tiny that no one sees it unless they know to look.

We were in a big barnlike room with a wooden floor, and it was full of people I knew from cons, all dressed in fancy sparkly clothes like Saturday night at a con. I felt dowdy in my boring grey dress. We staked out a table and the waitresses came around with little sandwiches made out of apple slices on crackers. The first waitress had a pen and a notepad and she checked that we all had towels, which we did because [livejournal.com profile] rikhei had handed them out. After she left, [livejournal.com profile] rikhei said the towels showed you belonged here but you don't have to use their towels, you can bring your own. [livejournal.com profile] thatguychuck said that's also why we came early, because you can't get in for free after 10pm, and they'll start the music soon.

So we ate up our food, and the music hadn't started yet, and I was bored, so I wandered over to talk to [livejournal.com profile] folkmew. We sat and chatted about guitars and photography, and I rubbed her neck while [livejournal.com profile] shadowriderhope took a nap. Then [livejournal.com profile] folkmew said we had to go find Ed, right now! So we went out through some more corridors and onto a city street. We were standing on the corner and a really huge barge sailed down the street, with piles of coal, and the street was really crowded with this barge. So we got in a subway train and there was Ed, playing with the gas masks that fall from the ceiling (like on a plane) and making jokes about flight attendants and church pianos. It was really funny but I don't remember the jokes.

The train stopped and Ed got off so we followed him. He went into another corridor and my cell phone rang. I excused myself and answered. It was my dad asking where I was? I told him I was walking with [livejournal.com profile] folkmew and Ed and I'd be back in a few minutes.

I hung up the phone looked up, and Ed was gone. [livejournal.com profile] folkmew and I hurried down the corridor trying to catch up with him. At the end of the corridor there was a circular staircase with a grab rail, and at the top there was a really ineffectual hotel security guy who said "Please don't go down there". [livejournal.com profile] folkmew ignored him and went down the stairs anyway, so I followed her.

Halfway down, the steps disappeared from under us but it didn't matter, we could just slide on the rail. Then the rail was greasy and we saw that someone had thrown a bottle of bubbles down the atrium and it had blown up at the bottom leaving greasy puddles and splashes of grease on the railing. We were going to fall but I wasn't scared, just annoyed, thinking I have to catch up with [livejournal.com profile] twoofdtm and Frankie and Adam and make them behave, stop dropping things down the atrium! Darn those kids! Don't they know someone could get hurt? [livejournal.com profile] folkmew and I held onto the greased rail just long enough to get down without breaking our necks.

We went down a corridor and there were two huge moths fighting, and the outcome of their fight was really, really important because one of them was Ed! I wasn't sure which moth was Ed, but [livejournal.com profile] folkmew knew. We were terribly afraid for him but we didn't dare break up the fight and squash that other moth because we were not sure we could do it without harming Ed. So we watched the fight until Ed finally subdued the other moth. Then he turned back into a human, and together we put the other moth into a box and locked it.

Then we all headed back to City Club. I was afraid we wouldn't be able to get back up that greased staircase rail, but fortunately by the time we got there, the hotel had fixed the escalator, which was a really cool one, super fast and built to look like it goes down, when really it goes up! We loved this escalator!

We went back into the City Club and my family was still there, sleeping on the benches with their towels for pillows. Everyone else was gone, the dance was over. I hadn't realized it was so late! I felt terrible, making my grandma stay out so late, and I asked my dad why he didn't tell me they were ready to go when he called? He said I was an adult, he wanted me to make my own decisions. I said I'd have told him to go home without me, Michael would have come back for me later, it's not very far. But he didn't want to impose on Michael.

Then I woke up, and I thought this was such a weird dream I should get up and write it down before I forget it, you guys would be amused. So here I am. It's a good thing I came out to write it down quick, since it's already fading. Also I'm tired still. I'm going back to bed. I'll come back later and fix any typos, and make the people's names into journal links.

Date: 2006-01-15 04:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] happyfunpaul.livejournal.com
Waiter? I'll have whatever she had.

Date: 2006-01-16 10:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brendand.livejournal.com
Make that two.

Date: 2006-01-16 07:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thatguychuck.livejournal.com
Well, you're definitely a frood who knows where her towel is. :)

A friend of mine wrote down a dream he had recently, immediately upon waking up in the middle of the night. The morning after he realized that he had written every single letter on top of each other. Must have been a neat one. :)

Date: 2006-01-24 05:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] avt-tor.livejournal.com
Wow. No more late-night cinnamon fudge for you. :)

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