p>tonight i will be overwhelmed by the power of my position and exploit it.
mmmm,maybe not.
tonight i’m doorbitching for a mate who’s DJing at another person’s regular dance ‘club’ while they’re in tasmania at Canberrang.
now, it’s certainly not the first time i’ve door bitched at a dance doo (in fact, i have a long history as a door bitch, but it’s been a little while), but i do suddenly feel very naughty. i could do anything. i mean, i won’t, but i could. i could take revenge for all those irritatingly puritanical swing-nazi comments.
or
i could fuck over all those crappy swing guys who’ve already started shitting me again (and i’ve only seen them one night since i’ve been back). Perhaps i should introduce dance licences…
“I’m sorry, sir, but we’ll have to withdraw your dance license as well. We can’t have just anybody dancing at this venue, can we?”
that’d teach em for introducing that god-awful ‘popular in america at the moment’ basic into melbourne. sheesh.