February 4th, 2005

MacCauley

Comfort zone

My comfort zone is my enemy. I'm fighting the urge to hide out in my hotel room tonight. I was kind of hoping to find a goth/industrial club/event, but Atlanta subculture appears to be focused on fetish. There's a fetish event tomorrow night. As it's part of a large Mardi Gras celebration it might be tame enough for me. I really don't want to be hanging out in a Utilikilt amongst a bunch of men wearing latex and ball-gags. The closest thing to what I like tonight appears to be at Future Atlanta, but it's Electroclash. Whatever that is.

I may just go to a play tonight.