Whitby, Thursday to Saturday.

[reddragdiva]

Finally cut off my beloved April Whitby wristband. My dear friend and companion, silly token of subcultural commitment (Hodkinson 2002:103 or so), scratcher of lovers. Burnt, battered and really rather skanky by now. To be placed with my last November band and bands to come. Of course, the purple November 2002 band is alive and well and now hungry for the flesh of loved ones.

This report will be somewhat light on <lj user=> tags. Just remember that I love you all.

Thursday: Liz (ladylilith) and I valiantly persevered through eight bloody hours on the bus. Got a cottage just off the bottom of the Abbey steps. Dinner at the Duke of York, just down the road. (That barmaid is SO cute.) Then to the Elsie, with goths and goths and more bloody goths flooding out into the streets. Introduced Liz to everyone I could. Got my hirez tag ("ONLY STUPID BASTARDS USE IRC") and went up to gothpat only for her to point out that I had forgotten to email her requesting one of hers for myself. Oh, the embarrassment! Found blankinfinity and erzibet, our roomies for the weekend. (Pleasant to have around, didn't shit on the floor or anything. What more can one ask.)

Friday: Dragged ourselves to the Spa for a serious meet and shop. I got new PVC trousers - actual DOUBLE STITCHING, using THREAD or something rather than the single-stitched cobwebs Black Rose appear to prefer - with semi-gratuitous buckles down the sides. Still a thirty-two in stretch PVC - go me! Liz got a PVC belt skirt, Miffy badges and stockings and tights from Vagabonds, I got Emily badges and foundation. Back to the cottage by taxi (teqkiller nicked our taxi ... I'll get you for this, Dr. Frankenstein!) because it had started pissing down. I will make my fortune running a stall at future Whitbys selling umbrellas, dammit.

Went to the Spa for the evening (me in silver skirt, Liz in PVC - phwoar!), met the world and got profoundly drunk. Melissa (Mog/Mrs Eris) had requested cigarettes that afternoon, which I had forgotten to bring back. ACCIDENT! However, markeris promptly mugged me for thirty quid (Chaos Engine, Swarf, D.U.S.T., compilation volume two), which made me MEAT again. Phew!

Failed to see any bands at all. I suspect bands at Whitby are more of an excuse than anything else.

After seven years of alt.gothic, I finally met the_siobhan and the_axel. And they are every bit as 'l33t as I expected. caspervonb Really Does Talk Like He Capitalises Every Word. Especial mention to Edvamp from a.g, whose New York accent is the greatest ranting tool ever invented.

Staggered off to a very nice party at tals and Fury's, on which of course I couldn't possibly comment. Staggered home around 8:30am to find Liz and reaverbob still up and nattering.

Saturday: After various attempts at sleep, wandered down the Spa to swap Liz's skirt (for one a couple of sizes up, which fit perfectly). Bought the Paul Hodkinson book. duster340 despises the thing and berated me for being so foolish as to spend money on it. But, as a culture watcher of a couple of decades' experience, who has done the sociologist/anthropologist dance several times, I really don't think he's done too bad a job at all. If you keep in mind that its target audience is wankers rather than humans, and that it requires mental translation from academese back into English, it does really quite well. And it's still unutterably cool that someone can now claim to be a Doctor of Goth.

Said hello to the Canadians again. They are just as cool when we are all sober. Ahem.

Oh, and Mog got her cigs. MEAT! Definite MEAT!

Less drinking at the Spa that evening. Saw ten minutes of one band and wish I hadn't bothered. Me in shiny PVC-clad arse, Liz in spiderweb top. echo_echo got fantastic pics, and even made me look almost photogenic. Liz was tired and ill (we had gotten soaked walking from the cottage to the taxi) and had to leave early; I stayed on at the Spa, then went to a Usenet-goth party at the Chicagoan Embassy and chatted to many people I'd been desperately wanting to catch up with. Then taken off by allezbleu to androktone and hythloday's for a small room party with a bunch from LJ/IRC, a lovely comedown from the previous party. Undemanding. I like these people a whole lot. miruku is impossibly cute, even off his head.

Some time between the two parties, I lost my IRC tag. How annoying.

Everyone at the Spa on Friday and even more so on Saturday was unspeakably gorgeous. I want to make passionate love to you all!

Comments

[allezbleu.livejournal.com]

i hate you.

*goes back to being invisable*

[reddragdiva]

Baaaah! Hold on, I just posted it ... I have to spend at least the next hour putting names in. Also, I'll probably do a shout-outs thing in part two.

[reddragdiva]

Argh, they want me to do some work all of a sudden. Will patch up gaps in Part Two. Rilly. Rilly.

[allezbleu.livejournal.com]

no excuse. im working too you know ;^P

*bah* obviously all the hugs and kisses and general flirting not worth remembering.

*huff* *stomp*

[reddragdiva]

*sob*