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Nov. 23rd, 2004 11:39 am
My decadent gay lifestyle: Skokian
My Saturday night began with dinner at a stealth Thai restaurant in Andersonville and ended with a lovely thank-you note from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
caitalainn back at my place. The rest of the evening featured Chinese antiques, public flogging, a seedy hotel room in Skokie, and a thuggish Russian cabbie. Intrigued?
Maja, the Yugoslav woman with a discerning eye and boundless enthusiasm who owns a gallery at Clark and Balmoral, throws a nice do. Unfortunately, her crack aesthetic sense doesn't extend to the world of alcohol ("We have wine, vodka, and...vodka!"); before that night, I never realised a wine could taste salty! At least the torte was scrumptious. And the new pieces? Quite nice.monshu was tempted by a pair of polished white stone Thai Buddha hands doing the "no fear" mudra and a long, low black lacquer scroll chest. I was taken with the peach-shaped red lacquer bowls and we both loved the mismatched set of antique wood shelves. Also, great place for people-watching.
Despite a side-trip to the leather shop around the corner, we arrived at Touche very unfashionably early. From our end of the bar, one had a choice between craning to see Queen of the Damned on the set to the left or watching a porn film reflected in the bar mirror off of a very greenish t.v. screen. (The film vampires ended up displaying much healthier skin tones than the sex stars.) I also learned an important lesson in ordering drinks: In Chicago, "whisky" = "bourbon"! (I even asked the bartender "Is this whisky or bourbon?" and he replied, "Whisky.") In this way, we killed forty minutes or so waiting for ottr4bear and his out-of-town guest.
All I really knew about "Daddy" Howard is he was a spanking fetishist from SF that ottr4bear--to our surprise--seems to have become quite taken with on a recent trip. I didn't realise domination came with the package until we saw ottr4bear in a dog collar. He also didn't seem to be allowed to speak without permission, which rather limited our conversation. DH was genial enough, but he's one of those people who fills any gap in conversation by telling jokes--lousy jokes, much of the time. On top of that, the place was deader than Elvis and this didn't change when the backroom opened. They did their part--one of the first things DH did back there was order o4b into the cage--but they soon got ansy and tried to talk us into coming back with them for herbal refreshment and S&M. Unfortunately, DH had inexplicably chosen a motel in Skokie.
monshu begged off; I actually did accept the offer (thus the $25 dollar cab ride with Igor the Enforcer), but that's a story I'm suddenly not as keen to tell as I thought I was. Watch this space, though.
caitalainn back at my place. The rest of the evening featured Chinese antiques, public flogging, a seedy hotel room in Skokie, and a thuggish Russian cabbie. Intrigued?Maja, the Yugoslav woman with a discerning eye and boundless enthusiasm who owns a gallery at Clark and Balmoral, throws a nice do. Unfortunately, her crack aesthetic sense doesn't extend to the world of alcohol ("We have wine, vodka, and...vodka!"); before that night, I never realised a wine could taste salty! At least the torte was scrumptious. And the new pieces? Quite nice.
monshu was tempted by a pair of polished white stone Thai Buddha hands doing the "no fear" mudra and a long, low black lacquer scroll chest. I was taken with the peach-shaped red lacquer bowls and we both loved the mismatched set of antique wood shelves. Also, great place for people-watching.Despite a side-trip to the leather shop around the corner, we arrived at Touche very unfashionably early. From our end of the bar, one had a choice between craning to see Queen of the Damned on the set to the left or watching a porn film reflected in the bar mirror off of a very greenish t.v. screen. (The film vampires ended up displaying much healthier skin tones than the sex stars.) I also learned an important lesson in ordering drinks: In Chicago, "whisky" = "bourbon"! (I even asked the bartender "Is this whisky or bourbon?" and he replied, "Whisky.") In this way, we killed forty minutes or so waiting for ottr4bear and his out-of-town guest.
All I really knew about "Daddy" Howard is he was a spanking fetishist from SF that ottr4bear--to our surprise--seems to have become quite taken with on a recent trip. I didn't realise domination came with the package until we saw ottr4bear in a dog collar. He also didn't seem to be allowed to speak without permission, which rather limited our conversation. DH was genial enough, but he's one of those people who fills any gap in conversation by telling jokes--lousy jokes, much of the time. On top of that, the place was deader than Elvis and this didn't change when the backroom opened. They did their part--one of the first things DH did back there was order o4b into the cage--but they soon got ansy and tried to talk us into coming back with them for herbal refreshment and S&M. Unfortunately, DH had inexplicably chosen a motel in Skokie.
monshu begged off; I actually did accept the offer (thus the $25 dollar cab ride with Igor the Enforcer), but that's a story I'm suddenly not as keen to tell as I thought I was. Watch this space, though.